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That last word causes his eyes to dilate with lust. I see his pupils enlarge, and he shifts away from me. “Yeah, uh, see you tomorrow. Close the door on your way out,” he grumbles.
There’s suddenly tension in the room created by his quick personality change. But then I see him imperceptibly adjusting himself, and I know that’s a good sign. I’ve made him hot and bothered.
“Have a good day, Mr. Pelham.” I leave before he becomes so uncomfortable that he requests a different TA. This is a balancing act for both of us. Someone has to make the first move and run the risk of getting rejected; I think it has to be me.
5
HOLY
“No. Let me see if I get this straight.” Saint grips the neck of his Corona and brings it to his lips. He drinks half of it in a single swig. “You’re telling me you got a perfectly legal, hot as fuck eighteen-year-old throwing herself at you, and you’remad?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You know that isn’t what I said.”
Havoc snorts before kicking his legs up on the table. There’s something suspicious on the bottom of his shoe, and I swear to God, if it’s shit, I’m going to lose it. “What you said was some nubile co-ed is offering herself up to you on a silver platter, and you’re turning her down.”
“If you don’t want her, I’ll take her off your hands,” Razor offers with a shrug. “I can show her a good time.”
His words sting. I don’t know why, exactly, but he strums a chord of jealousy in my chest, and it tugs on my hands. I ball them up into fists, and I can see the next few moments play out across the screen of my mind. I leap across the table, diving my fists repeatedly into his self-righteous face until there’s blood splayed on the ground and Saint and Havoc are trying to pull me off of him.
But instead of letting that moment play out, I unclench my fist and wrap it around a glass. Dark amber whiskey and a splash of coke cool my temper but inflate my sense of frustration. “If you people don’t fucking listen to me,” I start.
Saint rolls his eyes and tells me to cool it. “We get it. She’s your student or whatever.”
“Teacher’s aide,” I mumble under my breath.
“Whatever,” Saint repeats, “we’re just busting your balls, Holy.”
My stomach sours under the weight of his words. I love my guys, but sometimes they make matters worse. They aren’t always the most sympathetic bunch; I should have talked to my sister. “I should ask the office for a new TA,” I grumble. “Someone that isn’t bending over and teasing me with an ass that doesn’t quit.”
“I got girls like that for you.” Havoc sits up straighter.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, yeah?” But I can’t get the image of Danielle’s smiling face out of my head. Her long, brunette locks that bounce when she walks—but not quite as bouncy as the rest of her assets. Her blue eyes always look a little mischievous when she makes eye contact with me. I need a palette cleanser.
Havoc nods in excitement. “I hear there’s been some drama at Mustangs,” he whispers conspiratorially.
Mustangs is a strip club in the town over, Junction City. It’s run by the Calvino family. It doesn’t always attract the best clientele or even the best dancers, but it’s the only strip club we’ve got. “What does Mustangs’ drama have to do with me?” In other words, I thought you wanted to take me somewhere to get laid and get Danielle off my mind.
“I guess some hotshot from Lawrence or Kansas City or something took one of Calvino’s girls. He fucked her in the backroom or something, I don’t know. Anyway, I hear we’re allowed to touch the girls now.” Havoc’s excited, and I don’t know why. It isn’t like touching a bunch of strippers will boost my mood. And I bet we’ll have to pay for whatever we touch, which isn’t my cup of tea.
I’m a man of limited means. Being a teacher doesn’t exactly pay strip club money if you know what I mean. And sure, I do some jobs on the side for the motorcycle club, but I’m not rolling in cash. “Let’s just stay here and drink.”
But Havoc is already on his feet, and Razor is following his lead. “Nah, let’s go.”
I drown the rest of my whiskey coke. “Alright, but you’re paying my cover charge.”
Havoc doesn’t even bat an eyelash. “Done,” he says with a grin. He works in construction during the week and has been known to take on a few bodyguard jobs at night. He keeps saying he can get me good work being an enforcer, but I know what guys like that do, and I’m not ready to sell my soul to the Devil for a few extra pennies in my bank account each week.
We grab an Uber because none of us are sober enough to drive to Junction City. It might only be twenty minutes from here to the strip club, but there’s no way any of us want to risk a DUI. The Uber comes at a cost, though, paid for by Havoc. “Y’all are going to be thanking me once you see the new crop of women Nicholas flew in.”
I sit in the front seat of the Uber while the guys pile into the back. They’re chatting about something that happened at the last club meeting I couldn’t attend because of a coworker bonding event someone set up. While I was busy playing Jenga at Yard Bar with my fellow teachers, they were discussing the Calvino family linking up with the Valentis.
The driver tries to make small talk, but I don’t care about his day. Instead, I reflect on my own. And the entire fucked up week I’ve been having.
Danielle has been driving me nuts. Ever since she skipped out of my classroom on that first day when we discussed her clumsy nature, I’ll admit, hearing her call me ‘sir’ made me feel something in my belly. My dick hardened, and I was scared she was going to see it and report me to the Principal. But she didn’t. She came back the next afternoon and acted as though nothing happened.
But Danielle knew what she did. I know she did. Because she dropped the Mr. Pelhams and replaced them with Sirs. And I’ve been struggling through every afternoon since.
It’s been a while since a schoolgirl had a crush on me. I know it happens, but for the most part, they keep it to themselves. I never find out about it, or I hear rumors from other teachers about what they’ve overheard. It’s been a few years since a high school girl was so brazen about how she felt. And frankly, I don’t know how to handle it.
