Her Teacher's Temptation Read online

  Her Teacher’s Temptation

  Alexandra Vos

  © Alexandra Vos 2015

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Also by Alexandra Vos:

  Young Adult Novels

  The Reluctant Assassin

  Off Limits

  Young Adult Novellas

  The Kissing Ban

  New Adult Novellas

  Hunting Him

  Warning: This book contains drug use and domestic violence. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 15.

  Contents:

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Flicking the burnt out end of the blunt onto the ground, the weed was already hitting me. When I looped my arm around the neck of the guy in front of me, nothing could stop my wide grin. “Thanks for sharing,” I said, husky both from shouting over the music and from how turned on I was. The man, Ollie, he’d told me about ten minutes ago, leant down to kiss my neck and I arched my back into him. His tight brown curls tickled my chin.

  “My pleasure.” His breath against the shell of my ear sent a shiver down my spine and I barely stopped a loud gasp spilling from my lips. My body hummed with desire as I kept his face close to mine. “Shall we get out of here?” He inquired suggestively, fingers tracing the bare skin of my back that my dress revealed.

  “Let's go,” I replied instantly, double checking that I was still grasping my black clutch containing the essentials. I knew Meg and Hannah wouldn't be expecting me to come back after coming outside with this guy, so I wasted no time in saying bye to them.

  Ollie hailed down a cab and I struggled to keep the nervousness from the pit of my stomach. I'd been home with one guy from a club before and knew that the chances of him being a maniac were rather limited, but I was still completely vulnerable in this situation.

  The desire that was pumping through my veins urged me on, though, especially when Ollie dragged his hands through my blonde hair and placed a soft kiss on my jaw after doing his seatbelt up. His pale blue eyes met mine teasingly and he rested a hand on exposed thigh. My need for contact was being wrenched up by the minute and I really hoped he didn’t live too far away.

  We pulled up outside an average looking apartment block and Ollie paid for the taxi, despite my offer to go halves. Luckily it was in the city centre and so it wouldn't be a long walk of shame home in the morning.

  I was shoved into a number of walls before we actually got to Ollie’s room and I groaned each time he was pressed fully against me, lavishing any skin he could get to. I almost pitied the various people living in the flats below and above – it was lucky no one saw us, even if it was nearly two in the morning.

  When inside his overly messy apartment, I wasted no time in removing my high and painful heels. On the way to the bedroom I attempted to get the zip at the back of my dress down, but it had needed Meg to do up and so Ollie was going to have to help me.

  Ollie's hand quickly took over, dragging my zip down my back at an agonisingly slow pace. I squirmed from the urge to spin around a lock lips with my handsome lover for the night, but resisted, putting up with his ministrations and biting the inside of my cheek as my skin was set on fire.

  As soon as I was naked, I dragged him to the bed, and didn't hesitate in showing him exactly what his teasing had done to me.

  Chapter One

  I ground the end of my cigarette into the concrete with my incredibly unattractive school shoes. Pulling a face, I turned to Meg. “I really haven't missed this.” Due to study leave, we'd had a massive ten weeks of summer and I was anything but ready to return to the dreary goings on of school life.

  “And they replaced Miss Taylor as well,” she revealed, making my scowl intensify.

  “What?” I demanded. “They can't have done. She was my favourite teacher. Now there's literally nothing I'm looking forward to today. Other than going home,” I added, slipping my rucksack back over my shoulder and checking for teachers before we hastened round the side of the building, back to the main courtyard.

  “Apparently he's pretty hot, though,” Meg informed me, moving her eyebrows up and down comically. “Even if his teaching will never compare.”

  I chuckled. “Not worth,” I groaned, waving to Hannah, who'd just gotten off the bus. “He'll probably think he can get away with being an awful teacher since everyone will be too shocked at having someone young.”

  “You know you'll get top marks anyway,” Hannah pointed out, joining the conversation without hesitation. “And what are we even talking about?”

  We all shared laugh before heading into the building, along with the masses, in wait of our new timetables. Last year I'd been lucky enough to have a free Friday afternoon, cutting my school week short and always allowing me to get my work done before whatever fun we could find on the weekend. I doubted I'd be that fortunate this time.

  “Hi girls,” Dr. Reegan greeted as we walked through the door to tutor. It was in this room that we'd all become so close. Since this was a sixth form only college, everyone was new to each other and it hadn't taken Meg, Hannah and I long to gel. We had so much in common that it was almost natural the way we fell in step with each other. “Had a good summer?”

  “It was brilliant,” Hannah replied dreamily. She'd finally gotten with her supposed life-long crush, who had gone to her old school and was living on the other side of Sheffield. She'd spent the majority of last year complaining about how much she missed him – I wasn't sure if listening to how great they were together this year was going to be much of an improvement.

  Dr. Reegan chuckled and retrieved three sheets of paper from her desk. “Here you go. You'd better hurry up and jot them down in your planners, I think we’re starting lessons early today because they want to do some information checks. Why they couldn’t just do those in tutor, I don’t know.”

  “Monday morning's off,” Hannah hummed in delight. “It makes me so happy that this time next week I'll still be in bed.”

  “I have Tuesday mornings, but I’m just glad to get any days where I’m not being woken up at seven AM,” Meg’s handwriting was something I’d always been jealous of and I watched in envy as she jotted down the schedule in cursive writing.

  I scowled at mine. “Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons off. How could they do this to me? Early Friday's were the best.”

  “At least you won't have to go straight from school to work anymore, though,” Meg pointed out. “That was always a ball ache.”

  “Yeah,” I tried to accept the positive. I worked at a restaurant in the centre of Sheffield Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays so
that my weekend was always free for more exciting activities. It had been really stressful getting from school to home to get changed and then back to the restaurant in time last year, so I supposed her reasoning was valid. I’d gotten changed in the school toilets far too many times.

  I scanned for when my actual lessons were and was lucky enough not to have any double periods. They'd been so much of a drag last year that I'd almost fallen asleep multiple times. I was sure they couldn't be beneficial to my education.

  “Mr. Wright,” I pulled a face at the name. “Why would Miss Taylor leave, anyway? She was the best.”

  Meg chuckled. “Come on, it'll be fine. We have good texts this year,” she pointed out. “So at least you'll enjoy the writing even if you hate the teacher.”

  I made a noise and pulled a face before Dr. Reegan started speaking. “Everyone off to your first lessons, and don’t be late. The admin stuff is really important to get done.”

  “Guess we'd better go and find out if this English teacher is going to be any kind of replacement.” Meg pulled a face as we stood up and double checked the room number. I was grateful it was the same room we were in last year, since that meant no confusion in having to find new seats. Meg and I would retain our desk near the window that we'd always preferred.

  “How was America?” I asked her conversationally whilst we walked. English was in another block at the back of the campus, so we had a few minutes’ walk to get there.

  “It was amazing. Though I've got a horrible feeling the jet-lag is going to suddenly hit me half way through the day.” She'd only gotten home yesterday, but hadn't wanted to miss out on the first day of school.

  “Any summer romances?” I teased.

  “No,” her shoulders slumped. “We can't all be as lucky as you.”

  I laughed outright. “I don't think being taken home from a club a couple of times by random guys counts as romance. Not that I'm complaining. And not that you didn’t accomplish the same thing, either.”

  After my one night stand with Ollie at the beginning of the summer, I'd gained a bit more confidence and been less wary of guys approaching me in clubs. There was no point in hiding the fact I enjoyed sex and I wasn't opposed to having some summer fun. I'd slept with a couple more guys over the summer and it had been an experience, though not one I wanted to make a regular habit of. Besides, my fake ID wasn’t likely to hold up forever.

  The one guy that I had been genuinely interested in over the past year was going to uni in London this year and so when he finally asked me out at the end of the school year, I'd forced myself to decline. I didn't want to get involved in something that was only going to end up in a complicated long distance relationship. It had been a shame, though: we’d been really good for each other.

  Other than my nights out it had been relatively boring. I’d entered a few writing competitions and watched far too many DVDs.

  “We're going to have to find boyfriends now anyway,” Meg began seriously. “Hannah's obsessed with Ryan, so I need someone just to show her how annoying she is.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, well, I mean there's a whole new year of guys for us to choose from now,” I suggested. “And we're older, therefore ten times more attractive to them.”

  Meg giggled. “I'll take your word for it.”

  Laughing, we opened the door into the still virtually empty English room. My eyes widened and I found that my legs had stopped moving when I spotted the familiar curly brown locks, piercing blue eyes and attractive face. “Oh no,” I breathed, making myself join Meg in walking to our table, which just had to be opposite his desk. At least there were a few desks separating us.

  Meg's eyes were flicking between Ollie and me excessively quickly, as if to confirm that he definitely was the person she thought he was. Thankfully, he hadn't looked up from his papers yet and noticed me.

  “It can't be,” Meg spoke in hushed tones, focusing all of her attention on me now. “No way. No. Way.”

  “I can't believe this,” I complained in a whisper, my insides twisting. “How did this happen? It's bad enough that Miss Taylor is gone, but really?” I groaned and buried my head in my hands. “This is so weird.”

  Meg let out a high pitched giggle. “It is quite funny though.”

  “No!” I objected immediately. “Not funny at all! I've slept with our English teacher, Meg,” I put it into words. “Not funny. Not funny. Oh my God. Please tell me this is a joke.”

  Ollie lifted his head then and glanced around the room to see how many of his class had arrived. As his eyes swept the space, they locked onto mine and widened, almost comically. He opened his mouth as though to say something, but then forcibly shut it again. Heat rose instantly in my cheeks and I brought myself to look away from him and back at Meg, panic evident in my expression.

  “Don't tell anyone about this,” I warned her seriously. “Not even Hannah, if she doesn't already recognise him.” I held in another sound of displeasure and let my eyes fall back on our new teacher. He’d returned his attention to his papers, cheeks a flattering shade of pink.

  “I bet you think he's doubly hot now,” Megan taunted, her face so smug I wanted to punch it.

  I was on the verge of saying yes until I realised what the implications of it were. “No! Of course not,” I denied it despite the heat that swam through my body. Nothing could stop me remembering his hands and lips drawing pleasure out of me all night long. “This is crazy,” I repeated the sentiments again. “I've got to try and take him seriously as some kind of authority figure for the rest of the year.”

  Meg chuckled. “It'll be fine.” She tried to console me. “It's not like you had an actual thing. It was one night.”

  “Yeah, but-”

  “One night,” She repeated. “You didn't even know his last name until now.”

  “I suppose.”

  “See, it's fine.”

  “But I've seen his dick!” I exclaimed, trying not let my voice heard by anyone, despite how much I wanted to shout about my unlucky situation.

  Meg burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles whilst I watched on helplessly, praying that there had been some kind of mistake. Meg was making so much noise that Ollie looked up and his eyes met mine again. I let out an inaudible sigh as they flickered away and he stood up, causing the now full classroom to quiet, much to Meg's struggle.

  “I'm Mr. Wright,” he sounded confident and I could tell he was making an extra effort to not look in my direction. “I'm going to be replacing Miss Taylor. I'm guessing you all know our texts this year?” He checked, gaining several positive responses from the class. “Right, well, we're going to be starting with 'The Taming of the Shrew', I'll hand out the copies now. I’m also handing out an information sheet with your personal details. You just need to check they’re all correct and hand them back in to reception tomorrow.”

  When he reached our table with the copy of the book, he glanced at me warily, shaking his head slightly as he put the plays on the table. I could tell he was just as creeped out by the situation as I was and that he was willing himself not to give anything away.

  There was also anger concealed in there.

  I’d lied about my age and he’d been tricked. It hadn’t been illegal, the age of consent was still sixteen, but picking me up in a club implied I was an adult.

  “This is really amusing, though,” Meg repeated her earlier sentiments, earning a glare from me as I tried to focus on the lesson. We would likely only be reading today, so at least there was some consolation in that. I could concentrate on the confusing Shakespearean language and try not to let my thoughts wander to my lover-turned-teacher who I was stuck with for the rest of the year.

  I didn't end up managing to concentrate much for the rest of the hour and a half session. I was torn between wanting to admire the appearance of the man in front of me and wanting to cringe at our intimate history. I wore a scowl on my face. It was too weird. I wasn't even sure what I was supposed to think.

  When t
he end of the lesson came, I dawdled in packing my things away. Meg watched me knowingly. “Don't tell anyone,” I warned her. “I will hit you, hard. I really don't want that kind of attention. And it would be kind of unfair to get him fired before he’d even started.”

  She smirked, but I knew she wouldn't drop me in it like that. “Have fun,” she sung instead, leaving the room almost skipping.

  I grimaced, waiting until the last person had filed out of the room, before approaching Mr. Wright's desk and deciding what I was supposed to say. I figured that I should start referring to him as Mr. Wright in my head, so that it'd become habit. “Well, this is awkward,” I finally made myself say, trying not to flinch against the anger which had taken over his expression now that we were alone.

  He leant back in his chair and faced me, running a hand through his tight curls. “Yeah, maybe because you used a fake ID. I would never have slept with you if I knew you were seventeen.”

  “We smoked weed, you’re hardly in moral high ground position. It’s just an unlucky situation.”