Unprofessional Bad Boys - Boxed Set (Contemporary Romance) Page 4

  The girl I fucked last night is my fucking student.

  It can’t get any more fucked up than that.

  “Well,” I say, clearing my throat, “this is awkward.”

  “Yeah …” She tucks her red hair behind her ear, and I can’t help but look at her mouth as she sucks on her bottom lip. They still look kissable as hell.

  Fuck me; this is messed up.

  “Aren’t you my student?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

  “I think so,” she says.

  “I saw you in class yesterday.” I cock my head. “You were the one who ran.”

  Her cheeks stain red. Not that I didn’t already know who she was. I just want her to know that I know it was her.

  And I know exactly why she ran too.

  “You didn’t know I was your teacher,” I say.

  She slams her lips shut and looks away.

  “You had sex with your teacher,” I mumble under a heavy breath.

  She suddenly grabs my shirt and pulls herself up to eye level. “Forget about it. Please.”

  I smirk and shake my head. “Forget about it? How? I can’t exactly erase your body from my mind.” I grab her hands and push them away until I have her backed against the wall. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you. From the moment you showed up in my classroom, I knew I was fucked.”

  “You? You mean me!” she says.

  I place a hand on the wall behind her. “We fucked up. But I could never forget about you.”

  Her breathing picks up, and she swallows as my eyes drift over her outfit. She’s wearing a little black dress with high heels, and her hair is brushed back. Not as raunchy as when I met her, but still very sexy. Too sexy.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “None of your business.” She glowers. “Why are you here anyway?”

  “Why would I tell you if you won’t tell me?” I raise my brows.

  “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

  “No, I don’t think so. I know your name now.” Her eyes flicker with bewilderment. Yeah, I know because I checked my list the moment I saw her in my class. And maybe I asked around a little. I lick my bottom lip, wondering how she’ll react. “Hailey Walters.”

  I take my time pronouncing her name because I want to do it right. It rolls nicely off my tongue, like something I could get used to saying a lot.

  “Doesn’t mean jack shit.”

  “You like filthy words, don’t you?” I muse. “I could teach you a few more.”

  Her lips part, but no sound comes out.

  “Speechless?” I muse.

  “Oh, please … stop acting like you’re all that.”

  “Likewise,” I say.

  “Yeah, well, I just used you to get rid of my virgin status,” she boasts.

  Completely catching me by surprise.

  My jaw drops, and I’m inclined to shout, but then I realize we’re in a public place, and I really don’t want to make a scene. Especially not considering she’s one of my students.

  I shake my head and close my eyes, sighing. “You were a virgin?”

  She shushes me. “Not so loud.”

  “Right …Well, fuck me.”

  If that’s the truth, then Jesus.

  I really fucked up.

  I not only banged a student, she was a virgin too.

  Well, it’s too late to change that now. Guess knowing is just an added bonus. Hurray.

  With half-mast eyes, I think about my situation. “I should’ve seen this coming.”

  “Duh.”

  My brow rises. “Do you always act like this to your teachers?”

  “You’re not just a teacher … Professor.”

  “Not Professor, please. It makes me feel old. Teacher is fine,” I correct. “And you’re not just a student … not anymore.” I lower my head. “Are you even old enough to be here?”

  “I am if I want to be.”

  The left corner of my lip quirks up into a smile. “Attitude. We’ll need to fix that.”

  The ladies’ room door opens, and I quickly step away from Hailey.

  “Oh … hey, aren’t you … Mr. Hard.” It’s that girl who sat next to Hailey during class. They must’ve come here together.

  “Hi, Lesley.”

  “Oh, you know my name? I’m flattered.”

  “Of course, I do.” I smirk.

  Hailey signals Lesley to cut it out, but she doesn’t see it … I do, and it makes me smile.

  “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Lesley says.

  “Neither did I when I saw the two of you.”

  “Yeah, well, this place is the bomb, you know. How could we not go here?” She giggles.

  I frown. “Right.”

  “Okay, time to go.” Hailey tries to jerk Lesley’s arm, but she isn’t having it.

  “Oh, it’s fine. I’ll excuse myself,” I say, winking at Hailey as I step back. “I didn’t know this place was a regular for students. Guess I need to find a new spot.” I turn around and give them a short wave. “See you in class, girls.”

  Hailey

  That bastard.

  How dare he shove me against the wall? How dare he get up in my face like that? And more importantly, how dare he get me fucking riled up over seeing his fine ass?

  Fuck.

  Out of all the people I could run into, it had to be him.

  He probably comes here often. I should’ve thought of it. But still … he could’ve known I’d be here too. I mean we fucking met here, for crying out loud. One of us should’ve been the smart one. Guess it was neither.

  “Did you see his ass?” Lesley says.

  “Oh, shut up,” I say.

  She sneers, “Geez, what’s gotten into you?”

  “Him. Under my skin.”

  “Why?”

  “Didn’t you hear what he said? That he was gonna find another place to chill because of us?” I say.

  “So? What teacher would want to hang out at the same place as his students?”

  “He made it sound like we were scum!”

  She grabs my arm. “Hailey, I think you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

  “No, let me go.” I jerk away from her hold.

  “Hailey … c’mon, can’t we just forget about him and go have some fun?”

  I frown, looking at the dance floor, but knowing he was here too, lecturing me about what I should and shouldn’t do makes me mad, and I don’t like being mad. Or maybe I’m just pissed off because he suddenly appeared back in my life when I thought I’d never see him again … and it turns out that thought was a blissful lie.

  I make a face. “I don’t know.”

  She pouts. “Aw … but we haven’t even checked out the guys yet. Maybe there’s a cute one on the dance floor just right for you. Nothing like getting out of a funk by banging another dude.”

  “I think I’d rather just go home. Do you mind?”

  She looks at me and sighs. “Something’s wrong.”

  “Nah, I’m fine.” I give her a fake smile.

  “Don’t believe it.”

  “Okay, it’s the tequila. Happy now?” I say. “I just wanna go home and read a book or something. Can we do that?”

  “A book or something? You? Reading a book?” She snorts.

  I bring my fingers to her face and press her lips together. “Zip it!”

  “Hmm,” she murmurs, and I release her. “Fine. Okay. We’ll go.”

  “Great.”

  “But you sure as hell won’t be reading a book.” She grabs my hand. “If we’re going home, we’re gonna look up Mr. Sexy on Facebook.”

  “Oh, god …” I slap myself in the face because I just know this is going to be so cringe-worthy.

  “And then we’re gonna watch Sex & the City, for old time’s sake.”

  “Seriously?” I say as we walk out of the club.

  “Honey, I need sex. I don’t care where, but if I’m not getting any, at leas
t let me watch someone else get it. Okay?”

  “We could watch porn,” I say.

  She opens her mouth but then closes it again, her brow lifting curiously. Then she nods slowly and smiles brightly. “Good idea, let’s do that. I call dibs on James Deen!”

  Chapter 5

  Hailey

  Later that night

  I open the door to my mom’s house and find her lying on the floor near the couch. A puddle of blood pools around her head, and her eyes are wide open. I run to her as fast as I can. “Mom!” I shout, but she doesn’t respond.

  Her body is lifeless as I pick her up and hold her close to me. Tears run down my cheeks, and when I look at my hands, they’re soaked in blood. My breathing stops the moment I see the gaping hole in her heart.

  A door to the left slams open and in comes a man carrying a rifle. “What are you doing here?”

  He holds it up and points it at me.

  A scream as loud as the gunshot that follows erupts from my lungs.

  I sit up straight in bed. Heart pounding, I have sweat dripping down my forehead.

  I touch my skin, but there’s no hole. I look at my hands and see no blood.

  Then I touch my face … tears all over.

  “What’s wrong?” Lesley asks, as she gets up from her bed and sits down beside me. “Are you okay?” She puts her hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up.”

  “I’m fine,” I lie.

  I’m not.

  I’m not fine at all, but what am I supposed to tell her?

  They’re just nightmares. That’s it.

  “You were dreaming again, weren’t you?” she asks.

  I nod slowly, and she grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. “If you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

  “I just … keep seeing him,” I say, biting my lip to test if I’m really awake.

  “Your mother’s new boyfriend?”

  “Yeah, but he’s holding a shotgun, and—” I choke up.

  Lesley grabs me and pulls me toward her, hugging me tight. “It was only a dream. Just remember that.”

  “I know, but what if it becomes the truth? What if these are all warning signs, and I’m ignoring them?”

  “You’re not psychic, Hailey. No one can predict the future.”

  “But I can’t let anything happen to her.”

  She pushes me away so she can look me in the eye. “She’ll be fine. She’s a grown woman; she can handle it. And if you’re unsure, call her.”

  I take in a breath and then grab my cell phone and dial my mom’s number. “Mom?” I say as someone picks up.

  “You again?” It’s him. “You dare to call us after leaving your mom like that? No. You show your face first, then we talk.” Before I can reply, the phone’s cut off.

  I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it like I can’t believe he just did that.

  “What happened?” Lesley asks.

  “He picked up,” I say.

  “Oh … fuck.”

  In a fit, I throw the phone. It ends up against the wall, probably broken to bits.

  “Damn, Hailey.” Lesley picks up the phone and shows me the screen, which is cracked. “Why’d you have to do that?”

  I shrug. I don’t wanna think. I don’t wanna know. I just want to disappear.

  “Hailey?” She snaps her fingers. “Earth to Hailey.”

  I get up from the bed. “Let’s just get ready for class.”

  That’s the last I speak of it.

  Every time she brings it up, I change the subject until she understands that I really don’t wanna talk about it. I don’t wanna make her feel bad, so I don’t tell her directly. I know she cares about me. There’s just no way she, or anyone else, can help my mom or me.

  I have a few options, and one of which is ignoring it until the pain goes away.

  I always choose that option. It seems like the easiest one.

  That, or getting wasted.

  Just as long as I can forget.

  Years ago

  I stare at the bird in the tree, chirping as hard as he can. I wonder why he does that. If he feels lost. If he’s alone and afraid. Like me.

  The grass tickles my toes as I inch closer on my flip-flops, trying not to scare it. I just wanna have a closer look, that’s all. I love staring at things, animals in particular. They’re so vibrant, so alive. Unlike me.

  Unlike everything I’ve experienced recently. I wonder if Mom feels the same.

  “What are you looking at?” Mom shouts, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Shh!” I whisper, turning my head toward her. “You’ll scare it away.” I slowly point at the bird as she comes to stand behind me.

  “A bird?”

  “Yeah … it’s constantly singing. Why do you think it does that?” I ask.

  “Maybe it’s looking for a mate,” my mom says, chuckling.

  “Aww … so he is lonely …” I frown and rub my lips together.

  Mom places her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s another female bird in the neighborhood.”

  “How do you know?” I ask.

  “Well, I don’t know why. I just know it.”

  I sigh. “Everything that lives eventually dies. Everyone will feel the heartbreak. Even that bird.”

  She bends over and says, “Oh, Hailey …”

  “It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, but …” She smiles. “Every human and animal should be grateful for every second they spend here on earth. Life isn’t a guarantee, it’s a gift we should cherish. Just like love.”

  “It’s over before you know it,” I mutter, still staring at the bird as it flutters away into the distance. “Once in a lifetime, gone, just like that.”

  “You’re just saying that because you think the bird is lonely.”

  “Well, it’s the truth,” I say.

  “Love can always be found again,” my mom whispers. “Even if you lose it. You just have to look in the right places.”

  “Even us?”

  She smiles. “All of us.” Then she grabs my hand and says, “C’mon. I baked some cookies that are waiting for you.” She winks as she pulls me along. “And maybe a scoop of ice cream on top.”

  A beaming smile forms on my face, and for a moment, I can forget all about the heartaches of this world.

  Even if it only lasts for a moment. That moment is one I’ll cherish.

  Present

  Why am I doing this again?

  Oh right, because I stupidly thought college was a good idea.

  It would’ve been, if the dude I slept with wasn’t my fucking professor … and staring at me every other minute.

  Every time he drops a question, bam, he gives me that intense look again. And each time, I blush like hell. I swear I can see him smile when I do. It’s like he thinks it’s funny. And you know what? I’m embarrassed as fuck, but I can’t keep my eyes off him either. That cocky smile just does something to me, makes me remember all the dirty things he did to me. And then I swoon all over … over a guy I can’t have.

  God, this is fucked up.

  But I can’t leave either.

  Not again.

  That would be even more embarrassing, so I stick it out until the class is over.

  I pack up as quickly as I can, trying not to look at him as I get up from my seat.

  But then his voice rings through the auditorium. “Oh, Hailey Walters … I still want to discuss something with you.”

  I freeze in place as the other students pass me.

  “I’ll see you later then,” Lesley mouths at me before walking out.

  I wanted to grab her, but she was too far ahead for me to beg her to stay.

  Fuck.

  Now, I’m all alone with him.

  I spin on my heels only to be met with a smug smile and a stare. He’s still sitting behind his desk, his hand placed firmly on the wood like he knows he’s got me cornered. Damn him.

  “C’mon,” he says,
beckoning me.

  I step down the stairs slowly, not taking my eyes off him because I feel like he could just appear in front of me if I did. I stand in front of his desk as he looks up at me with discerning eyes that almost demand attention.

  “Why so nervous?”

  I swallow. “I’m not nervous.”

  “I can see you fiddling your fingers.” He points, and I look down, then hide my hands behind my back, feeling caught doing something I didn’t even know I was doing.

  “I just wanted to talk.”

  “About what?” I ask.

  “About us.”

  The way he says it makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up … in a good way.

  He leans on his desk and gets up, his chair scooting back inches from the imposing stance. “Let’s just get this out of the way, shall we? Do you want this to be awkward?”

  “No, not really.”

  “Me neither.” He steps away from his desk, and I instinctively turn to face him as he walks around to me. “Which is why I wanted to talk. I just want to know we’re on the same terms.”

  “Depends on what those terms are,” I say, folding my arms.

  “The terms being that you are my student and I am your teacher, and we are to behave accordingly.”

  “Right.” I don’t understand where he’s going with this.

  “We should act professionally,” he adds, nodding, as he paces around. He looks up at me as if he’s looking for an answer.

  “Yes. But—”

  He walks toward me, and then past me, circling around like a vulture stalking its prey. “And neither of us will talk about our private time together with anyone else. Agreed?”

  “Okay … but that doesn’t mean I’m going to forget.”

  As he passes me, I swear I can see him narrow his eyes. “Neither will I, Miss Walters. I could never.”

  Suddenly, I feel a rush of hot air on my neck … and a quick brush of his finger on my back, tingling all the way down my spine.

  Thomas

  I don’t know why I touched her.

  I saw her standing there with her sassy attitude, and all I could think of was putting my hands on her. So I did. It just happened. I couldn’t stop myself.

  I should have.

  But for some reason, I don’t want to; even though I know it’s wrong.