Teacher's Pet Complete Series (16 page)

“Lynn!” Dane stepped in my path. “Look, I’m sorry, all right? The hotels here cost a shitload of money, which I’m certain you do not have, so please, it’s okay. The room is the second door on the left past the kitchen.”

I wanted to follow Dane’s directions, but I had never been so nervous. I was panting. My body was fevered, and I was so horny my pussy was pulsing rapidly. It was the scariest feeling that I’d had so far, with all the emotions that ran through my body at once. I was proud, however, that things with Dane didn’t go any further, and I was proud of myself for staying true to my instincts. “Fine, I’ll stay,” I said. “But I’m going to keep the door locked.”

He nodded.

“Now, where’s the bathroom again? I think I’m going to be sick.”

I opened my eyes to the blinding white light of sunrays casting through the uncovered window. I remembered my knees on a cold tiled floor and my elbows propped on the toilet. My heart was beating in my head—
thump thump… thump thump—
and the feeling was undeniably awful. I had taken a few sips of wine before and even a swallow of hard liquor, but those glasses of champagne had proven too much for me to handle.

I didn’t remember slipping into the king-sized bed with a blue plush duvet and the cool white sheets. I didn’t remember anyone bringing me the towel for my head, which was now on my pillow, discarded and damp. I didn’t remember when and how I removed my clothes last night or where they went and what I did without them.

I peeled back the duvet to see the sheer lack of clothing on my body underneath. My dress was in a pile with my shoes on the floor, and my panties were discarded on the pillow by the towel. Something rustled in the sheets right behind me. I felt someone dip the bed as they shifted around. I turned over to end up face to face with Dane.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Dane yawned and stretched out his heavily muscled arms. The duvet slid down from his chest as he sat up in bed, and for a moment I wondered what was lying underneath.

“I thought you were supposed to give me the room to myself, Dane.” I did my best to contain my anger, because I was sure he got pleasure from seeing it.

“Well, yeah, about that. It turns out you didn’t want to be alone. Every time I tried to leave, you kept calling my name, pulling on my arm and sitting me next to you.”

“Hmph, I don’t remember any of that.”

“That’s too bad.” He shook his head. “It was touching.”

I snatched my panties off my pillow and slipped them on under the duvet. “You’ve taking advantage of me in every way, Dane. I can’t see how you would expect to build any sort of positive relationship with how you go about things.” I tried to figure out how to get my dress on without him seeing more of my body than he had to.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me, Lynn. I wasn’t the one who pulled off your dress. I’m no rapist.”

“Well, who did?”

“You did!” His face reddened. “I wouldn’t do that to you or anyone. When you realized you weren’t as sick as you thought, you kept drinking despite me asking you to stop. It got to the point where I had to take the bottle from you and pour the champagne down the sink. That was a bottle of Dom, by the way. It wasn’t cheap!”

“I don’t give a fuck what it cost!”

I reached out for my dress, stretched and hooked it around my finger before sliding out of bed. I landed painfully on my knees with a thump. I placed my dress over my head and pulled it down in one motion as I stood up, effectively barring Dane from getting a show.

“Bravo.” Dane clapped. “I haven’t seen a performance like that since Cirque du Soleil in Vegas. You’d make a great career as a contortionist. You know, sometimes talent trumps education. You should look into that. Your flexibility is amazing.”

“Does random shit always pour out of your mouth or do you have the misfortune of thinking about them first? What would you know about my flexibility? In fact, what would you know about me period? We just met a couple of days ago.”

“True, but I know all I need to know for now. And as far as your flexibility is concerned… well…”

“Well what?” Panic rose. My fingers tightened into a fist. Did things go further than I thought they had? Was that why my clothes were everywhere? I began to feel mortified and angry at myself. I never should have fallen for any of it. Deep down I should’ve known it hadn’t been Simon doing all of it. Dane had made it clear that he was the one who threw money around. Simon had never once shown he had any money or liked anything showy. Of course it hadn’t been Simon. I was such a stupid, silly girl, one that was turning into the slut I had always accused Sonja of being. It was disgusting. I needed a church, or at the very least, a shower. I wanted to clean myself of all the physical and spiritual muck I had let pour all over myself for the past couple of weeks. “What are you trying to say, Dane?”

“I’m not
trying
to say anything.” Dane swung his legs out of bed, one thickly muscled thigh at a time. He had a perfectly shaped ass, like something out of a movie—but not the actor himself, more like the body double. I was upset to see that Sonja was right about his dick. It was long, thick and wide, and swung right into his thighs as he got up, making a slapping sound upon impact. It took all my will and strength to turn my head. I was so disgusted by how weak-willed I was. Had my mother not taught me better than that? I was so glad she couldn’t see me now. She wouldn’t even recognize me, and I wasn’t sure I recognized myself either.

“Do you like what you see?” He winked at me. I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation, but I doubted I was fooling him. “Some of us aren’t as shy as others. If you possess something beautiful, you should display it at all times.”

The man
was
beautiful. I had to admit it to myself. Dane was a towering man built like a Greek demigod, with tanned, golden skin that showed his muscular definition. He had a broad, thick chest, hefty muscle-corded arms and finely sculpted abs that were out of this world. As Dane stood by the bed, I let my eyes unabashedly linger, taking in his entire body, risking me stroking his ego, but I didn’t care much at the time.

“Did we sleep together?” I asked him as plainly as I could. It had crossed my mind, and the insinuation was there.

Dane shot a smug expression my way but didn’t answer. All it did was infuriate me further. “Dane, I’m really getting upset, so cut the shit. Did we sleep together or not?”

He continued to stare but didn’t speak.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I need to get home.” I slipped my feet in my heels. “You should stay away from me from this point on. You and I aren’t a good idea. Not as friends, not as lovers, not as anything. In fact, if you come anywhere near me again I’ll tell Simon that you misled me, got me drunk and took advantage of me. I’m sure he would have a few words to say to you once I’m done explaining.”

“You could handle it like that or…” Dane bent down and picked up his shirt off the floor. He pushed his arms through the sleeves and rested the shirt over his shoulders. He didn’t bother messing with the buttons. “I could beat you to the punch and tell him myself.” He reached down to put on his pants. He stepped into them one leg at a time, tucked his huge cock away and fastened them at the waist. He reached in the pocket for his cell phone.

“Do you have his number?” he said. “I do. Maybe I should call him right now and tell him we’ve slept together and that you are here in my penthouse. He’d be mad at me for a minute, but he’d hate you for life. It’s happened before. He’s done it to me. I’ve done it to him. We’ve always been competitive that way. So, how would you like this handled?”

I walked up to him and stared him in the face. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh yes, I would. I’m not sure there are too many things I wouldn’t do in order for you to see what I see and how I see it. Are my ways aggressive? Yes, they certainly are. Sometimes too aggressive. I admit that, but I am convinced you and I are a great match; I’m convinced we’re meant to be. I’m more sure of this than I’ve been with any woman in the past. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you. Absolutely nothing.”

I looked around to see if there were things I left behind, but there was nothing I could see that I needed. I had all that I came there with: my fancy black dress, my matching expensive shoes and now an absent memory of an act that I couldn’t take back.

“I’d like you to call me a cab or get the limo driver to come back here. I’ll be waiting downstairs.” I walked into the dining room. It didn’t look as impressive in the daytime. There was a mess of melted wax hanging off the candelabras, the flowers were wilting from the hot sun magnified through the large wall-length windows and there was cold discarded dinner that was never seen by me, nor eaten as far as I could remember. What a waste this all had been.

“Oh.” I turned around as Dane followed me to the elevator. “I’ve decided you can tell your brother anything you want. I’m done with the both of you. Since I’ve met you Fosters I’ve missed more classes than ever, I’ve lost my job twice, had meaningless sex and my dignity’s been lost and forgotten. As far as I’m concerned, you two are the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s no wonder you play the sick games that you play. You two need a therapist, like, seriously!”

The ding of the elevator door seemed to signal the round was over. It was a knockout. I won. Dane stood near the elevator, dumbfounded. It was the first time I’d seen him remotely close to speechless. I enjoyed the silence and the little-boy look on his face. There were no snide remarks, no shit-eating grin. No twist of his head to display his handsome profile. None of it existed right then. At that very moment Dane was just a normal man watching a woman walking away, and looking damn good doing it.

The limo was waiting for me downstairs—thank goodness. The entire ride home I ran the gamut of emotions, from extreme bouts of pride to a strong sense of shame. Sadness and misery had also played a part, as I’d never get the chance to tell Simon I cared for him. Once Dane decided to call him—and I knew that he would—things between us would be over completely.

My stomach churned, and while I knew part of it was probably the hunger and alcohol, it was mostly nausea from the whole situation. I had been a normal college girl worried about normal college things before, and then meeting Simon had turned me into some lovesick puppet, dangling on his strings. Then his brother came into my life, pulling half my strings in another direction. Bobbi had been right all along about my naïveté. I hadn’t known there were guys out there quite like the Fosters, and I had let them take advantage of me because I had been so certain of myself and of Simon’s feelings for me. I didn’t know whom I hated more at that moment: them or myself.

The whole thing was all so new to me; I had no idea where to turn or who to turn to and what possible advice they could give me.
You slept with his brother? What were you thinking?
I could see it in my head regardless of whom I told. Everyone would say that what I had done was unacceptable behavior no matter the reasons behind it. It was one of those things where you don’t have to be told, like not putting your hand in the pretty orange fire. You’re supposed to know how terrible the repercussions would be. You’re supposed to have a lot more sense. I guessed I must have lost mine somewhere along the way. Or it was taken from me by two pairs of pretty eyes and an abundance of flattering words.

By the time the limousine dropped me back off at school, I was mentally drained and emotionally exhausted. I slipped off my heels because they felt like stilts, and I was having balance issues in my post-drunken stupor. I slid out of the car like a spineless amoeba and got to my feet with a wobble. I steadied myself, ignored the sharp pains in my head and chose to walk the long path through the impeccably manicured lawn. The dewed blades of crisp green grass underneath my feet felt cool and refreshing as they seeped between my toes. It did wonders for my many frazzled nerves and centered me to the earth. I wanted to sit right where I stood and let the sun shine on my face.

I needed to reach my room, however, shower, get dressed and somehow get to class before the guilt of what I did started eating me alive. What was I going to tell Simon when I saw him? How could I possibly deliver terrible news that I, in the least, had oral sex with his brother? Yes, I came when he did it, but that certainly was not the point. At least not a point Simon would understand.

I opened the doors to the hall with my heels in my hand dangling between my fingers like foul-smelling trash. I would have liked to separate myself from what went on the previous night, and the more I thought about it the more I wanted my dress removed. As I turned the last corner down the hall near my room, I saw Simon against the wall in blue jeans and a jacket, leaning by my door nodding off. Had he been there all night? I stopped and turned around as the thought crossed my mind.
I could run before he sees me. I could hide.

“Lynn!” Simon shouted.

Shit!

It was too late.

As soon as I got within arm’s length of him, Simon grabbed me around the waist and crushed his lips to mine. With a lustful, hurried fever, he cupped me by the ass and squeezed me as hard as ever. I yelped in his mouth, which made him kiss me even harder. I wanted to give in to him. I did. Like normal. I wanted to let him devour me and wash away the pain. Put a layer of good on top of the bad and bury it in my subconscious.

“I wanted you so bad I couldn’t sleep.” Simon brushed his lips along the length of my neck and worked his way down to my breasts. My nipples twisted into round, hardened pebbles as he nibbled on them slightly with his teeth. “I want you to let me in your room so I can fuck you until you can’t breathe. I don’t care if your roommate’s there. She can get out or watch the show.”

I wanted to forget.