“You know what, Mr. Sinclair,” she snapped. “Screw you. I’m done running after you. I’m sure plenty of guys out there wants a virgin pussy. And guess what.” She shouldered her laptop with a hard yank. “I think I’ll go find him right now because you’re too chickenshit to care about anyone but yourself. How hard can it be to find a party on a Friday, right?” She walked away and then paused at the door, flipping me the bird. “Next time your cock needs a cum drop, dial 999 go screw yourself. I’m sure it works well in England.” Then she was gone.
You’re an insipid fool, Saint, you started this shit. I stared at the empty doorway, unsure whether to laugh, curse or go after her. Either her quick recovery was in a bid to hide the hurt from me, or I’d been officially labeled a douchebag in her vocabulary. Shaking my head to clear the echo of her insult, I sat down. When had life become this complicated? I’d fucked plenty of women before, why was this girl messing with my head. What was it about her that left my insides reeling to the point I felt terrible for hurting her? It never bothered me before.
To push her from my mind, I focused on work.
Hours later, I stared at the essays I was trying in vain to grade.
“I’m sure there are plenty of guys out there who want a virgin pussy... I think I’ll go find him right now...”
Levana’s words played on a loop in my head, tightening the tendons in my shoulders, leaving me frustrated and uneasy. While her threat seemed real, I knew she was too intelligent to do anything stupid.
The insanity of it was that I hadn’t been this fascinated with anyone in ages. My reason for coming to San Francisco sat in my classroom and I was hard-pressed to act like I didn’t care.
“Mr Sinclair?”
I looked up to find Cian standing at my classroom doorway. “Yes?” I replied glancing at my watch. Five p.m. “Isn’t it a bit late for you to still be at school on a Friday afternoon, Miss Reynolds?”
“I have mathlete practice,” she fidgeted with her tie.
I knew from watching them together, Cian and Levana were good friends, and I had a feeling this had something to do with the latter. How could it not. That feisty hellion had occupied a lot more mind space than it legally should, but I asked anyway, “how can I help?”
“Umm.” The twisting of her laptop bag strap spoke to her hesitation.
“Go on then, spit it out, Miss Reynolds. You don’t have all day.”
“It’s Levana,” she whispered.
Even though I didn’t want it to, my heart rate spiked a little. “What about her?”
“She went to a party...” she trailed off. Was she rethinking her decision to come to me?
Curious, I stood and neared her. “You want to elaborate on why you think it’s important to advise me on Miss Singh’s whereabouts.” My smile stretched too tightly over my teeth. Lots of seniors held parties on a Friday evening. Some in secret, others not so much. Yet knowing the reason behind Levana being at one right now churned my stomach in a peculiar way—something I was nowhere close to understanding. Fuck. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. She was my student.
One whose mouth you’d taken pleasure in.
“Umm,” Cian began then exhaled on a loud breath. “We were on the field after school and met some boys.” She paused, her grasp on her bag strap even more pronounced. I lifted a brow, waiting, despite the irritation to shake the whole story out of her. “They invited us to a party. I didn’t want to go but Levana...” she trailed off once more and my body heated. I clenched my fists to keep my anger in check. “She went with them, Mr Sinclair.”
“Levana knows these boys?” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Just Wes, sir..” I could read the fear in her eyes. “The others are from Preston College, and I’m just worried for her. Because there were girls with them, she said it would be safe.”
That pulled the air from my lungs. “I see.” Christ, what the fuck was that girl thinking? The fear in my gut far more surprising than I cared to explore right now.
“I could call her dad, but Levana would be pissed at me. So, when I saw your bike still in the parking I thought you might help.”
With the shit Dean was going through, I didn’t think it wise that he had to deal with a rebellious daughter right now. Her disobedience stemmed from me rejecting her. I had to deal with it before it got out of hand. “It’s all right, Miss Reynolds. Thank you for coming to me, I’ll handle it. Do you have an address for this party?”
“Yes, sir.”
A second after she wrote it down, I took the piece of paper, grabbed my leather jacket and not bothering to lock up, I headed for my bike. Just before I started it, I slipped on the jacket and entered the address into my phone’s GPS—a forty-five-minute ride without traffic. Good thing I knew the area, having been there before. Still, the knowledge did nothing for the anger punctuating my gut with each breath. For her sake, I hoped Levana had met guys who possessed an ounce of sensibility. If not, I pitied the poor souls who might cross my path when I made an appearance. The way I felt right now, I was likely to kill someone. The notion caught me off guard and my grip tightened on the handles.
What is that girl doing to your usual rationality? My brain asked.
“Seducing me with her innocence,” I grunted.
