Page 15 of Teach Her (School of Seduction 2)

Fuck, this couldn’t be happening.

When I was convinced there was nothing left for me to vomit, I walked with trembling legs over to the basin where I splashed my face with cool water. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. I knew who the message would be from.

Garrett: I’ve left the class. Made an excuse. Go back and teach. No need for you to get in any trouble.

Trouble? God, I was already in trouble. I had slept with a student which was against the college’s strict policies. I spent a few more minutes composing myself, reapplied some make-up and then I returned to teach the class, giving the excuse that I had skipped breakfast and had felt lightheaded.

At lunch, my cell vibrated again.

Garrett: I need to see you. To explain.

I typed a message back.

Mer: What’s left to explain? You lied. You’re not a Personal Trainer at a gym. I’m a fool.

He replied within a minute.

Garrett: You wouldn’t have dated me if you knew my real age. You can’t say we aren’t perfect together. That would be the LIE.

I placed my cell back in my pocket. Right now I couldn’t deal with him and what had happened. I needed to think. He was right; we seemed good together. But I was several years older than him and it wasn’t allowed.

Why was the thought it wasn’t allowed exciting me, rather than worrying me?

I needed to get to class to teach. That’s where my focus should be. I threw the rest of my lunch in the trashcan and went to my next lesson.

As I left that night a thought came to mind and so I sent another text to Garrett.

Mer: Please don’t turn up at my apartment tonight. I need time to think.

The reply was swift.

Garrett: I’m already outside waiting for you.

Goddamn!

Mer: Please leave. I need time.

Garrett: I can’t do that. We need to talk.

Mer: I have nothing to say to you right now.

Garrett: Then just listen.

Mer: I need to get my head straight. I’m a mess. I keep making mistakes that could cost me my job. Please tell me you will leave.

There were no messages for a few minutes and I sat in the driver’s seat of my car waiting. I wasn’t going home until he had agreed to leave. Then the final message came, which gave me my second huge shock of the day.

Garrett: I would know that body anywhere, even when your head is obscured by a mask. I drank in your juices like the sweetest honey. Don’t you want more?

He was the guy from the Lodge?

I thought back to the student who had made me come, how I had run my hands through his hair. Yes, it could have been Garrett. How would he have known I was there anyway if he hadn’t been in the room? It was stupid, but I was relieved. At least there was only one student I had conducted an inappropriate relationship with now. I decided that I might as well travel back to my apartment. I doubted that Garrett would leave without talking to me and I needed to know what had happened that night. Why he was in a room ready to mouth fuck a student. My chest felt tight at the thought of him doing what he had done to me, to another student and at that point I knew I was screwed.

I really liked him.

And as a lover he was unbeatable.

I walked to my apartment door and Garrett rose from his seated position on the floor. He shook out his legs that were no doubt cramped from his previous position.