I’ve seen her plenty of times at her house when I’d go over for dinner or to watch a game with her dad, Tom. But she was always wearing sweatpants or bulky tees. Never a short skirt showing off smooth thighs with alluring curves leading up to—
Jesus, I can’t stop myself.
Even when I was at their house, I’d try to keep my eyes off her. She’s my best friend’s daughter, for Christ’s sake, and she’s had a major glow-up recently. She’s no longer just the awkward, cute girl I used to look after.
She’s a full-blown woman now. A stunner.
Long dark hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a mouth that has me thinking sinful thoughts that Tom would kill me for. Juststanding there with those leather shoes, high socks, and short skirt, she’s threatening to tear my life down, brick by brick.
For the last year or so, I’ve done everything I can to avoid her. If she’s inside, I go out to the patio. If she comes out to join me, I make up an excuse to go back inside. During movie nights, I sit as far away from her as I can.
Tom hasn’t noticed, but Gracie clearly has.
My knuckles whiten as I grip my desk, trying to force the images of her from my mind. But my body is screaming to go drag her out of whatever class she’s in at the moment and bring her back to my place.
No, I can’t do that. She’s Tom’s daughter. That would be kidnapping. And I’m not that kind of man…
…am I?
I put on a nice smile and a friendly demeanor here at work, but what the girls at school don’t know is that underneath all my poise and gallantry, I’m an animal, an ex-football player who was headed for the NFL until I blew out my knee.
Contrary to the dumb-jock stereotype, I was always a math whizz, so pivoting into teaching felt like the sensible thing to do. My main way of blowing off steam now is boxing. It helps me let loose and just not think.
Wish I had a heavy bag here now…
Tom was my buddy in college and was there for me after my wife slept with my physical therapist. Since then, Tom’s been the only person in my life I truly trust. And now I’m betraying him by fantasizing about his daughter, who just walked into my school looking like a goddamn fantasy.
And she doesn’t even go here.
Gracie graduated two years ago. I know that. SheknowsI know that. So what do I do?
The right course of action would be to report her to the office. Put an end to whatever scheme she used to get in here. Hell, I could even tell Tom about it.
That’s what Ishoulddo. The question is, do I have the strength to?
I’ve never been what you’d call a ‘good man.’ But these thoughts I’m having about Gracie are crossing the line.
“Mr. Davis?” I look up to see Regina, my best student, frowning at me and realize I have been spacing out. “You were saying something about next week’s quiz?”
“Oh, right.” Shaking my head, I try to come back down to Earth. “Yeah, I’m pushing it back a day to give you all time to nail down the material.”
She smiles, tossing her hair. “You’re just the best, Mr. Davis.”
“Thank you, Regina.”
Yeah, Regina’s an obvious flirt, but I’m not interested. Not to mention, I’m her actual teacher here. She is a real student enrolled at this school, and as the Chinese proverb says, rabbits don’t eat the grass near their burrows.
But just knowing Gracie is a few doors down the hall has me clenching every muscle in my body tightly to keep my arousal from growing. Talk about the worst places in the world to get horny.
Somehow, I manage to keep a straight face while the girls leave the room before leaning against my desk with both hands, causing the wood to creak like it’s about to shatter.
How is she doing this to me?
It’s been minutes since I last saw her.Minutes!And I’m already consumed.
I cannot be having thoughts like this about Gracie.
Not about Tom’s daughter.
