Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I must make some kind of sound, but I don’t move an inch.
“Sorry, I meant sweaty.” She bites her bottom lip, and I swallow hard.
Her dark eyes never leave mine, and I wonder if she can read my thoughts. Because she is every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
“You’re a student.” I say it like an accusation, and her eyes narrow.
“You’re a teacher,” she snaps back.
“I’m a coach.” I have no idea why I say this like there’s a difference.
“I’m eighteen.”
“Good for you.” The energy between us is charged as we stare each other down. Thank fuck she’s legal, but she’s still a student. I have to get out of here. The fire inside of her is too damn hot. “I need to go.”
“Then go.” She raises her chin in challenge.
I imagine what would happen if I stayed in this dark office with her. Would she let me kiss those full lips I’ve been obsessing about? Could I pull down the cups of her bra and taste her nipples? How long could I lick every inch of her without anyone hearing us? When I bury my face in her cunt would she taste as innocent as she looks?
“You can’t tell anyone about this.” I say it like an order because my control is so close to snapping. I can’t lose this job. Mayson is relying on coming back to it next year. “Please.” I try my best to soften the command. “Can you forget this ever happened?”
She doesn’t try to cover up her body or hide from me as she steps to the side. Now there’s nothing standing in the way of me leaving this office, yet my feet aren’t listening to what my brain is screaming.
“I promise not to tell on you.” Her voice sends a hot shiver across my skin. “But I can’t promise to forget about it.”
I look into her dark eyes, and maybe I shouldn’t believe her, but I do. After ten more heartbeats, I finally move to the door. When I grab the handle, I stop, but don’t dare look at her. If I do, I’m not sure I can control myself.
“I’m not going to forget about this either,” I say and close my eyes. “I’m going to think about this every day for the rest of my life.”
It takes every ounce of strength I have to quietly open the door and then slip out of the darkened office. When the lock clicks softly behind me, I storm off in the direction of the parking lot. I’ve got a few hours before I need to be on the field. Until then, I plan on going home and spending that time getting her out of my system.
I’m not one to lie to myself, but right now, I’ve got to. Because if I’m honest, I’ll have to face the fact that although I don’t know her name, I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as much as I want her.
Chapter Five
CHARLIE
We have a few hours to kill before the game, so I take Tins to my favorite diner. A strawberry shake always hits the spot for me, and right now, I might need two to cool down. It’s not because of the beaver suit overheating me; it’s because of what happened in that office. My mind keeps replaying Coach Shay’s words, and I’m stuck on the fact that he finds me desirable.
“We don’t have diners in the Midwest. Unless you count the Waffle House, which I’m not going to because that menu is only one page.” Tins flips through the pages in the menu as the server drops off our drinks. “Not that we went to the Waffle House. My stepmom would die before she’d allow any of us to be seen inside one.” She rolls her eyes, and I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen her do it. Tins is always sweet and has nothing negative to say about anyone.
“You don’t talk about your family much.”
“Neither do you.” Tins closes the menu before putting it down on the table.
“There’s nothing to tell,” I say. “My parents are dead and my uncle is raising me.” The mention of my parents' deaths softens Tins’s face. “Don’t go feeling sorry for me. I love my uncle. He’s more involved in my life than my parents ever were.”
“Is he a workaholic too?”
“Too?”
Tins shrugs one shoulder. “My dad is. He’s always working.”
“Does that leave you with your stepmom a lot?”
“Yeah.” She lets out a sigh. “And her daughter.”
“You have a sister?” This is the first I’ve heard of this.
“I guess so. She’s in college but still lives at home with us.” She mentions them without smiling, which is unusual for Tins.
The server comes back to take our order and interrupts the conversation. Once she’s gone, Tins changes the subject, and I let her. I don’t like to be pushed into talking about things, so I’m not going to do it to her.