See Me After Class(101)

“Perhaps you’re right. Halt me before I dive into the intricacies of every sub-arc of the storyline.”

“Anyway, we’re good for Sunday,” Gunner says.

Now that that’s solved, I turn to Greer and say, “Miss Gibson, when you have a moment, I need to speak to you about Blair.”

Her brow furrows, and she says, “Everything okay?”

I glance around the room and say, “In private.”

“Ooo, someone’s in trouble,” Stella says.

Concerned, Greer packs up the lunch she’s barely touched and says, “Where should we meet?”

“My classroom should be sufficient.”

“Looks like Arlo is about to lay down the law. Look out everyone, Mr. Stick Up His Butt is on the loose,” Stella continues. When I shoot her a look, she holds up her hands and chuckles. “Not in the mood for teasing?”

“Never in the mood,” I shoot back.

“Got it.” She pretends to write something in her palm with an imaginary pen. “Noted: does not like to be teased.”

I hold the teachers’ lounge door open for Greer, and she follows me. I stay silent the entire walk to my classroom despite her worried questions. When we finally make it to my room, I shut the door and lock it, and she bursts out, “Just tell me, is she going to fail?”

Smiling, I walk up to her, grip her chin, and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Nothing is wrong with Blair. I just wanted an excuse to get you alone.”

She pushes at my chest, but I capture her hand so she can’t go far. “Arlo, don’t do that. You had me worried.”

“Well, you should have known that I wanted to see you at lunch, especially after last night. I didn’t see you this morning—”

“So now I’m supposed to be a mind reader?”

“Yup.” I smirk and press another kiss to her lips.

“You know, for the alpha male you present to everyone else, you’re really just a softy. You realize that?”

“Starting to.” I tug her hand and bring her to my desk, where I offer her a chair and pull up another for myself. When she’s situated, I slide a note across the desk for her.

She looks at it and her eyes soften.

“More notes?”

“Do you want them to stop?”

She sighs while she opens it up. “Never.” She reads the note out loud. “Dear Miss Gibson. Last night meant a lot to me—”

“You can read it to yourself, you know,” I say, feeling embarrassed and glad no one else is in here.

Smiling, she continues to read . . . but to herself, and when she’s done, she looks over the paper and says, “Yes.”

I toss her a pen. “You have to check the box.”

Chuckling, she checks the box and hands it back to me. I scan the note and say, “I think you should initial it to confirm you’re the one who checked yes.”

“Don’t be horrid.”

“So you’ll go out with me again, then?”

“Yeah, you kind of won me over with the boat.”

“Just the boat?”

“Maybe a little more.” She winks. She unwraps her lunch again and offers me one of her pretzels, so I take one and pop it in my mouth.

“I planned the first date, so you plan the second.”

“Oh, really?” she asks. “I can plan anything?”

I narrow my eyes. “Within reason.”

She leans forward and runs her finger along my forearm. The light touch sends a thrill of excitement through me as she seductively says, “How about my apartment? I make you dinner, and you feed it to me while I sit on your lap . . . naked?”

I swallow hard. “Maybe I should plan the date.”

“No way, you said it’s my choice.”

“I take it back.”

“You can’t take it back. I already marked yes.”

“But you didn’t initial it. How can I be sure it was you?”

“Stop.” She laughs. “Don’t deny what we have. We can have fun and learn about each other at the same time.”

“I won’t be able to control myself,” I say, feeling fired up at the possibility of what’s to come.

“I don’t want you to. I loved it when you were spontaneous: the way you made me feel, the look in your eyes when you wanted me right then and there. And now that I know it can go somewhere, I wouldn’t mind if that continued.”

“Is that right?”

She nods. “But, under one condition.”

“What’s that?” I ask, loving her tough negotiation skills.

“Next time we’re intimate, you get to come. None of this me getting pleasure only bullshit. I want to know what it’s like to make you lose control. To see the way your muscles tense when you come. To listen to the growl that stirs up inside you when I take you into my mouth. I want to feel you, lick you, suck you. I want it all. No more denying me.”

“You’re making me goddamn hard right now.”

“Can I—”

“No.” I shift on my chair. “Not right now. Not at school.”

“Oh really, now that you’re involved you don’t want to—”

“It’s messy as shit for a guy. I don’t need cum stains on my jeans.”