A/N: I have some explaining to do at the end of the chapter. Oh! And this video has nothing to do with my story and stuff I just wanted to show you guys Adele at the grammy's cause she killed it!! Woo Hoo!! I freaking love her here!!! Happy Reading!! :)
I winked at Taylor before he sat in front of me during detention. He winked back and sat in front of me. I stared at his broad back and stopped myself from tracing my fingers over his shoulders. Instead I focused on my hands.
Yes, on my hands. They were long and tan. They seemed ashy from lack of lotion. I pulled out lotion from my bag and applied it to my hands. But then that made me fantasize about putting lotion on his shoulders, on his back, over his chest and his pecks, and then his fantastic six-pack abs. Taylor cleared his throat and brought me out of my fantasy.
I looked up and met his stare. His eyes were mischievous and when he licked his lips seductively I knew he was thinking dirty thoughts. He was trying to seduce me but it would back fire on him soon. I winked back and I casually arranged my dress. I pulled my dress down so my boobs would show better and in the process I tried to make it as sexy as I could without giving anything away.
When I looked back up at Taylor, his expression had changed to the one of agony. I smiled on the inside and I texted him.
Me: If you want some then you know what to do.
Him: I want it….bad
Me: How about we meet at my house later?
Him: Time?
Me: Right after this?
Him: Desperate much?
Me: No just really hot and bothered.
Him: Me too
Me: Can’t wait then
Him: M…you’ll be the death of me I swear.
Me: Good.
I stopped texting him because the security guard was looking at me. I just had to focus on the fact that he was going to be mine in a couple of hours. Throughout the rest of detention, Taylor tried to touch my legs one way or another. The first time happened when he “accidently” dropped his pencil near my feet. He bent down to grab and he used my thigh as support. Before he got up, his hand traveled up my leg to the outskirts of my panties.
I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t let out a moan. Taylor snickered and got up. The other times were less dramatic but affective either way. By the time the security guard released us, I was passed hot and bothered. I was going to light up the whole school if I didn’t get a release. I walked to the parking lot in haste. I didn’t bother going to my locker to get my homework. That can wait until tomorrow.
When I got inside my car, I got a text message from Taylor.
Him: Why in a hurry?
Me: I need to spend some alone time in my room.
Him: Why don’t we spend some alone time together?
Me: I would hurry if I were you because I’m not waiting for you.
Him: LMFAO I’ll be there way before you.
Me: We’ll see about that.
Him: Do you want to make a bet?
Me: The winner gets anything they want
Him: And the loser gets to wear a French maid outfit for a whole day.
Me: I think you’d pull off the look babe.
Him: I can pull off anything and don’t you forget it.
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