Page 22 of Student Seduction

Hot for Teacherblared from the speakers.

My back heated.

“Nice, Drew. Very subtle.”

Camille laughed and turned the volume down with her steering wheel controls. “So Teacher McHotstuff is really something, huh? And he’s new this year? Figures. We never had any sexy teachers when I was there.”

Drew tossed me a pointed look. “I’m not a liberty to say, but I think Mr. Singleton is going to bust a blood vessel before the year is over. He undresses our sweet little Em with his eyes every morning. I think they’re going to move him from history to human anatomy.”

Camille made a sound in her throat. “Damn, that’s hot. Em, are you going to hit that or what?”

Drew chuckled.

I was relived he hadn’t told her everything.

Wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, I sucked in a deep breath.

“He’s my teacher. So no,” I said without conviction. Damn Drew.

Camille whipped her head around after finding a parking spot. “Girl, come on. You think that’s never happened before? When I was in tenth grade a senior cheerleader sucked off a football coach on the bus back from an away game. I think he left his wife for her after she graduated.”

I sighed. “It’s not like that. It’s definitely not going to be like that.”

“Because Singleton is very muchsingle,”Drew pointed out. “Not because Em doesn’t want to get on her knees for him. You should see her twitching in her seat in homeroom.”

Camille’s laugh pierced the night air as we got out of the SUV. “Emmmm…you so need to have a forbidden affair with your hot teacher. You need to do something besides run Ethan everywhere and work and take care of your mom. Live a little.”

“I’m here with you two now. Look at me, living and breathing and all. While not breaking any laws.” I tied my hoodie around my waist.

When I quit responding to their teasing, they moved back to discussing Derek.

Once inside the arena, we stopped at the concession stand and bought paper bags of popcorn and large sodas. We found some empty seats and sat together in the middle of a row halfway across the ice.

Drew had bought a program he and Camille were flipping through and ranking all the players based on hotness.

I watched as the game began. The puck moved so fast, I could hardly keep up with which team had possession.

I’d never been particularly interested in hockey, spending most of my time at Ethan’s baseball games. But number fourteen for Southeastern had captivated my attention.

He was by far the most skilled player on the ice. Quick and agile, I watched as he scored and assisted more goals than anyone. He got into a few fights and they were intense. He didn’t start them but he definitely finished them.

Stranger still, he seemed to be checking me out from the ice.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“You have an admirer,” Camille cooed at me. “Looks like Teacher McHotstuff isn’t the only one thinking about getting in your pants.”

“I can’t see his face through his helmet,” I murmured. “Does he even have all his teeth?”

He did move expertly on the ice, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by his attention.

Camille sat her popcorn aside and flipped open the program. “Let’s see, where are you, number fourteen…” She continued flipping and muttering to herself while the mystery man in question got into a fight that landed him in the penalty box.

Once inside, he tore off his helmet and I gasped.

I placed my hand on Camille’s so she’d stop flipping the pages. It wasn’t necessary anymore.

“That’s him,” I said, nodding toward the man staring at me from the glass box.