We learn their secret

Underneath the desk, she was already starting to unfold.

As she started to crawl out, I moved quickly to the door, and pulled it open enough to peek into the hallway. After a cautious glance in both directions, I closed it fully with a soft click.

“Jesus Amelia, I thought you said your dad was supposed to be gone all day today,” I whispered, turning back to her.

She stood, brushing off her skirt, still breathless. “As far as I knew, he was!”

I crossed the room as she tucked her shirt in properly this time, tucking the hem into her waistband.

“That was way too close,” I said, still riding the rush of adrenaline.

She let out an exasperated laugh. “Ya think?”

We both broke into quiet, nervous laughter, equal parts thrill and disbelief. Then, without thinking, I pulled her in and kissed her hard. She melted into it, parting her mouth immediately in welcome of mine, and her hands fisted in my shirt. The kiss broke with a soft gasp from both of us.

She blinked, looked down, and grinned. “Your shirt’s still not tucked in properly.”

I looked down, “Fucking perfect,” I said letting out a small groan. “No wonder your dad kept looking around in here for someone.” I adjusted my shirt, tucking it quickly. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”

That wicked little smile returned. “There’s a reason I’m in drama, Mr. Holloway.”

The playful way she said my name, got to me. Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed her again, keeping it quick, but just as deep, then gave her a gentle pat on the butt.

“Speaking of drama, nice touch using the picture. Totally caught me by surprise with that one. And don’t forget to send me that video and picture you took. I want to see how it looked.” The words rushed out, while I looked at her with lust in my eyes, wishing we didn’t have to sneak around.

“Alright, you need to go before someone else walks in,” I said.

“I know,” she sighed, straightening her skirt and walking back toward the door. She paused with her hand on the knob. “We’re still on for Saturday, right?”

“Of course,” I said without hesitation.

“Good,” she said turning back, with teasing eyes.

But before she could leave, I stepped closer and gently caught her elbow, lowering my voice. “Hey… that thing with Mrs. Duchene… there anything I should know?”

She let out a sharp laugh, nearly too loud, then covered her mouth. “Of course not, silly. But hey…” Her lips curled again. “Maybe we could figure out a way to roleplay that sometime.”

My brows lifted, a **** grin forming as I gave a small shake of my head.

She gave me one last wink, then cracked the door open. After a brief check of the hallway herself, she slipped out and disappeared around the corner, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume, and the very real mess we’d just made.

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