See Me After Class(56)

Finger pointed in the air, Keeks leans in and says, “The proper term amongst company would be coitus.”

Rolling her eyes, Cora asks, “Did you have coitus with my brother?”

“You could also say intercourse if that amuses your jargon more,” Keeks adds. “Or copulating would be sufficient. But if you are inclined toward romantic terminology since we are in the presence of the book club, you could say lovemaking or performing intimate acts. Although given the circumstances of when coitus took place—in the work environment—I would deduce that your actions were performed carnally rather than with the interest of developing a devoted accord.”

“Good God, Keeks,” Cora says, irritated. “Who cares what it’s called? We just want to know if it happened.” Cora looks me in the eyes. “Did it?”

“What? No.” I shake my head, feeling the wine sloshing around in my body. “With Turner, no way. He’s an ass.” I wince. “Sorry, Cora.”

“No, he is an ass, you’re right.” She sighs. “Ugh, how fun would that have been though? You and my brother. You might have been able to change his horrible mood. He can be such a dick.”

“Isn’t he allowing you to gather your comrades in his house to discuss literature?” Keeks asks.

“Yeah . . .” Cora answers and then with a smile says, “He can still be a dick.”

Hear, hear.

At least, that’s the kind of attitude I try to convince myself of.

My attitude hasn’t changed because he dressed up . . . nope.

He didn’t penetrate my armor at all . . .

And thanks to Mr. Turns Me On Especially In A Tuxedo, I don’t even have my vibrator to help me with any type of penetration. Infuriating, insufferable man. Ha. I sound like Elizabeth Bennet.





“So, it’s between the teacher romance and the historical with the Scot on the front and the burly man chest,” Stella says, looking over the printed-out options Cora provided us with.

I’m one bottle of wine deep, feeling pretty damn good, and I’ve been able to black out the first part of this meeting when Keeks went into great detail about the clitoris and proper stimulation needed in order to orgasm.

It was disturbing and educational all at the same time.

We devoured the food, delighted in some cookies, sent texts about Kelvin to Romeo, who said he’d rather not be the “Hitch” to Kelvin Thimble, and now we’re finally zeroing in on the book to read.

It’s been a fun night.

A relaxing night.

One I really needed.

“Both are alluring,” Keeks said. “Both I believe will bring arousal.”

I think she’s missing the point about book club, but hey, there’s always one in the group, right?

“At first, I thought you girls would like the teacher book since you’re teachers. Thought it could fulfill a fantasy for you, but then you referred to my brother as Mr. Turns Me On . . . several times.” She gives a pointed look to Stella, who laughs. “And now I think I’ll picture my brother when reading and I really don’t want that. So, my vote is for the Scot.”

“I vote teacher,” Stella says with a smirk.

Cora playfully tosses a pillow at her.

“That would leave you to decide,” Keeks says to me.

Smiling broadly, I pull my knees to my chest and drain the rest of the wine in my glass. I say, “Although the teacher book is enticing, I’d rather not think of Cora’s brother either. I vote for the Scot.”

“What? Come on,” Stella whines. “But there was promise of sex on a desk.”

“As if that would ever really happen,” I say. “No teacher in their right mind would ever have sex on a desk, in a classroom, where anyone could walk in.”

“It’s fiction, Greer. You should know a thing or two about that.”

I motion to Keiko. “Yes, but think of our poor Keiko. She’s impressionable. Who’s to say what she’d do if she read that book and she started taking it to heart? Next thing we know, she’s riding Kelvin Thimble on one of her chemistry tables, twirling her granny panties over her head like a lasso.”

“Valid concern,” Keeks says, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

“Keiko is smarter than that. She can decipher the difference between reality and fantasy.”

“Stella,” Keeks sighs with exasperation. “Need I remind you about the reptile part of the brain again? When arousal spikes—”

“Okay, okay.” Stella tamps Keeks down with her hand. “Yes, I remember. Please, God, let’s not go over it again. But if you read this book, are you going to try to find a Scot to make out with in the Highlands?”

“Don’t be absurd,” Keeks answers. “Clearly that’s a preposterous notion.”

I chuckle. “Am I drunk, or is this not making sense at all?”

“This is not making sense,” Stella says with a shake of her head.

“Doesn’t matter.” Cora lifts her empty glass of wine to the air. “We have our very first book. Yay.”

I lift up my empty glass as well. “To the sisterhood of the book pants.”

“Oh, are we naming our book club?” Keeks pulls a slip of paper from her purse. “I took the liberty of developing some fastidious names for us. I ran them through a series of linguistic tests and discovered one to be the most superior of the three.”