Page 26 of Teacher's Pet

The room filled with groans. When his eyes flicked to me, they shifted away immediately, but I caught the way his shoulders stiffened.

Aw, do I scare him?

Maybe he's scared of how much he wants me.

One by one, the students filtered out. He kept an eye on me as he packed up. Finally, Landon was the last to leave and shut the door behind him.

Nathan stalled, pretending to be busy. He even packed up the chalkboard eraser and the pens, things I had never seen him take with him before.

He exhaled sharply when he saw I was still standing there.

“Ryan.”

His voice was deep enough to send a pulse through me. I felt a degree hotter.

He finally stopped, folded his hands, and gave me a flat stare.

I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “Miss me?”

He shook his head, his stance brimming with tension.

“What do you want, Ryan?” he asked, blunt, irritated.

I stepped closer. He stepped back. I gave him a lopsided smile. “Wow, I can’t ask my psych professor for help on my psych homework?”

He stared me down. “Do you need help, or is this an excuse to corner me?”

“Corner you?” I let my gaze travel over him, slowly. “I doubt anyone could corner a man like you.”

He shook his head and resumed shoving everything in his bag, ignoring me.

Not okay.

I turned like I was about to leave, then clicked the lock on the door.

When I turned back, he was already staring at me. “What did you do?” He glanced over my shoulder. “No, Ryan. Unlock it. I’m leaving.”

He zipped up his bag and tried to move past me, but I pressed my back to the door, folding my arms.

“I want to talk to you.”

“No.”

He realized I was blocking his way, and I bit back a smile, he was too polite to push me off. To grab me and force me aside.

In that case…

I leaned back and gave him a flirty smile, biting my bottom lip.

“Ryan.” His tone sharpened. I stayed put. If he truly wanted me gone, he would make it happen.

His eyes darkened, pitch black. He looked tired. Had his wife been keeping him up?

I didn’t like that thought.

“Mr.Thorne,” I said, drawing out the Mr., dripping it with suggestion. His sharp gaze met mine, towering over me, but his expression was pleading, eyebrows drawn, jaw tight.

He was so incredibly delicious to mess with.