Blaine
I rest my feet on the footstool in the staff room and take a long sip of whiskey to calm my nerves. Drinking on the job isn’t something I do often, but since the other night with Azira, I’ve been on edge. I’ve also been avoiding her like the plague for an entire week, and it’s driving me crazy.
Whiskey takes the edge off.
Oak is right. Getting involved too heavily with a student is a bad idea, because most full grown women can’t handle the sadistic side of me, let alone an innocent little virgin like Azira Sidorov. No matter whether she’s a natural masochist, there are some things even most masochists can’t handle.
“Drinking on the job, Blaine?” Archer says as he walks into the staff room.
“Who says it’s alcohol?”
He arches a brow. “No one carries anything but alcohol in a fucking flask and I can smell it.” He holds a hand out, expecting me to give him a swig.
“Get your own.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re not the only one who is having a bad day. Now hand it over.”
“Who said I’m having a bad day?” I arch a brow at him, but pass the flask into his hand.
“You don’t drink unless there’s something wrong.” He snatches the flask and takes a long swig.
“Vasquez troubles?”
His expression turns deadly as he glares at me. “Don’t even go there.”
I shake my head. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”
His jaw works before he takes another swig of my whiskey. “I’m determined to get her and I will, believe me.”
I chuckle. “I think the only person at this academy as stubborn as you is her. It will take a miracle for one of you to back down.”
He claps his hands together, looking infinitely pleased with himself. “And a miracle is what I’ve found.”
I give him a questioning look as he passes the flask back into my hand. “What kind of miracle?”
“Information. The kind she doesn’t want out in the open.”
“So now you’re blackmailing her into your bed?” I shake my head. “That’s not playing fair, is it, Arch?”
He growls. “I don’t need to play fair.”
I’ve never seen Archer Daniels so wound up and I find it rather amusing, to be honest. “Careful, you might get hooked on her.”
His jaw clenches. “No chance. I just want to fuck her.”
I’m not entirely sure I believe that, as he’s acting too obsessively over her. Adrianna Vasquez is the first person to put up a fight to his advances, and Archer always loves a fight. He’s so damn used to the girls falling at his feet and spreading their legs with nothing more than a request. I sense this is going to end differently. “Whatever. You should give up before you get in too deep.”
“You know I never give up.”
“Yes.” I nod. “One of your many flaws.”
He clenches his fist and turns around. “Determination isn’t a flaw, it’s a strength. I’m done talking to you.” He walks out of the staff room without another word.
It’s never been this easy to wind up Arch but I take great delight in it. The door slams behind him and I sit up straighter, checking the time on my watch. It’s not long until the bell will ring, signaling the end of lunch, and I know Azira has a free period next.
There’s only so long a man can stay away from pure, sweet temptation it would make a damn saint sin. I’m the opposite of a fucking saint. I’m a sinner through and through. And now I’m at my breaking point. Today I’m going to hunt her down and make her mine. By the time I’m done with Azira, she’ll be unrecognizable.
The first chime of the bell breaks through my thoughts, forcing me to my feet as I march toward the staff room door, slipping my flask into the inside jacket pocket as I step into the corridor. I may or may not need it later, depending on how this encounter turns out.
Students are hustling through the corridors to their next classes, but all of them give me a wide berth when they see me heading in their direction. My reputation makes it easier to navigate through the school, especially when it’s busy like this. Every step I take is faster, as I don’t want to miss her and be too late.
I round the corner to the senior lockers and release a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I see her standing at her locker with the door open, rummaging through her books.
Desire floods through me as I lean against the wall and let my eyes dip slowly down the back of her beautiful, curvy frame from behind. It’s nice to see her firm ass from this angle. My balls tighten as I feel my pants become uncomfortable over my hardening cock. It’s fun to watch her from a distance, while she stands there unsuspecting, completely oblivious to the fact a monster is watching and waiting to pounce.
She flicks her chestnut brown hair over her shoulder as she slams the locker door shut and then turns around. Her eyes meet mine instantly and I notice the way her cheeks flush a deep red. She licks her bottom lip, and it’s as if every little movement and quirk of hers is designed to drive me wild. Azira Sidorov calls to my sadistic instincts to hunt, catch, and punish.
Her femininity is impossible to ignore, and it drives me down right insane.