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I waited patiently for her next message, turning in my chair.

My gaze shifted to my hands holding the phone, to the simple double ring.

Julie must have told her about it, because I hadn't worn this ring in my online photos.

The thought that Julie could tell her all sorts of things about me and that I couldn't prevent the Blair girl from portraying me in a certain light played with my nerves.

I knew the Vanderwood rules. Regardless of whether J was my student or simply another student, I wasn’t allowed to have a relationship with her. And as always, I couldn't care less about the new stricter rules imposed by that stupid red-haired witch.

No Quatura would dictate to me whom I was allowed to love and whom I wasn't.

The thought of teaching J, alone of course, had something... strangely tempting about it. How I would love to teach her the way I worshipped the woman to whom my heart was devoted.

For days, I had been trying to keep my indecent thoughts about J under control, because ever since we were texting again, I couldn't stop thinking about our night together in my car.

I stopped swiveling back and forth.

Until now, I had assumed that she only wanted to be friends with me, that it had been too much for her that night.

And suddenly it became more intense. That fluttering in my stomach. Only this time it wouldn't stop, intensified, mingled with nervousness and desire.

J was able to turn a grown man into a hormone-driven teenager.

I stared at the screen.

“Oh, J,” I murmured. “What are you doing to me again?”

I replied with all my remaining reason.

My reason was overpowered by desire.

And finally, I threw all reason out the window.

I couldn’t help but grow hard.

It was as if she wanted to drive me crazy on purpose.

Her message and the hardness in my pants spoke volumes about how little we could be just friends.

And I would take all the time in the world to do just that, to savor that moment.

She knew what she was doing.

My chest rose and fell heavily.

I longed for the feeling they had left on mine, wanted to hold on to it, but with each passing day it faded more and more.

Euphoria was now shooting through every cell in my body.

I hoped I wasn't overdoing it, scaring her off again. But she didn't text back, as if she was waiting, so I continued.

My cock was now pressing painfully against my pants, wanting J's body as much as my mind was craving her soul.

I would break bones for this woman.

Never. I would never be done with her…

If not from the very moment my fingers had wandered under her Halloween dress...