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Refusing to let it get to me, I lifted my chin and put on my best man voice.
“Absolutely not a problem. It’s your first day, and I’m an understanding teacher. Take a seat. In fact, Louise, you can give Katerina your seat while you go and fetch everyone a cold drink.”
Louise glared at me. “She can’t say that.”
Everyone was howling with laughter, but my attention was trained on Father Bridge and his stupid role-playing stunt. He pushed his glasses higher up on his nose, an expression of pure elation on his face.
“Good, now let’s do that again, but this time, Katerina, you play yourself, and Stacy, you can step in as me,” Father Bridge said to a tall brunette in a similar dress to mine, but her skirt sat high on her thighs, showing a lot of leg. Father didn’t even seem to notice as she kept playing with the hem, lifting it slightly now and then.
He just kept going on about different feelings we possessed. On the inside, I was screaming, ready to throw a chair at him for making me do this, but I stood there, smiling like rainbows, showing him that his picking on me didn’t bother me. I’d play his dumb-ass game without giving him any satisfaction.
Class couldn’t have finished fast enough, especially when it went for over two and a half hours of pure torture. Sure, I saw a different perspective on things, but I didn’t need to be the center of attention for him to prove his point just because I made a joke.
Sighing, I glanced up as Lily finished her steak sandwich for lunch.
“So, you say you didn’t enjoy your class? I would have given anything to be in yours because money management was boring, especially when it consisted of putting your money in the bank and not giving it to friends. I think Father Logan was talking from personal experience.” She downed her juice. “I have a free hour next. Tell me you’re the same and that we can hang out?”
“I wish.” Sighing, I shook my head. “I have cleaning duties. Why are there so many classes and things to do? Was it always like this?”
“Yep. Actually, it was worse before. If you played up in any way, you got punished by having more cleaning duties.” She got to her feet. “Speaking of which, you better get going since they hate tardiness at the institute.”
“Oh, I know that now.”
Before I knew it, I was hauling a bucket and a sponge to the main entrance. Dirty shoe prints marred the stone floor, and a heavy groan slipped past my lips. One of the girls walked me out there, and with a devilish smirk, she left me with a task I absolutely despised. My stepdad would make me scrub the whole house twice a week.
Squaring my shoulders, I sank to my hands and knees, took a deep breath, and began to work. By the time I’d almost finished, my knees and lower back were screaming. Next time, I needed knee pads if I was going to wear a skirt.
The thump of footfalls echoed in the large hall.
I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart dropped. It was Father Bridge. His lips curled into a smug grin, looking as handsome as ever, and that evil glint shone in his eyes. A sudden urge to punch his pretty face washed over me.
I swear I caught his gaze flickering to my backside.
“Don’t stop on my account. I’m here to check up on you,” he prompted, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. He still wore those dark-framed glasses that drove me slightly batty with how hot he looked in them. But of course, I didn’t care, when the Father had made it his mission to make my life hell.
So, two could play that game. I turned away from him, bending over a bit more than necessary, and began to put a little more sway in my hips and into my scrubbing movements. I wore a skirt, and the cool breeze swished under it, chilling the back of my thighs and my ass, but I was certain I wasn’t flashing him anything, just teasing him. Let’s see how the Father liked that.
A slight gulp sounded from his direction behind me, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I kept moving back and forth, forcing my body to shake with each scrubbing stroke.
Twisting my head to glance over my shoulder, I watched him visibly heaving for breath, his gaze lingering on my ass as if he was picturing himself slipping up behind me, wrenching my skirt up. The thought alone sent a twinge of arousal through me, which hadn’t been the plan.
And God… what was poking against his robe? He had a hard-on.
Good. Let him suffer.
I finally stood, dropping my sponge into the bucket with a splash, and offered him a smile.
“You know, Father,” I said in a teasing voice. “I guess the real lesson today is that it’s all fun and games until the tables are turned. See you in class!”
His dropped expression was priceless.
I laughed to myself and picked up my bucket. With a wide swing of my hips, I sauntered past him, leaving him standing in the middle of the entrance hall.
Payback was a bitch… for him.
CHAPTERSEVEN
KAT
