Honor Student - By Teresa Mummert Page 0,42

I couldn’t. Now she wants to make my life miserable.” His eyes locked onto mine.

“I’m so sorry.” I took a step closer to him and he held up his hand.

“I don’t want to be pittied, Emma. It was a long time ago. I just want this bitch out of my life once and for all.” I decided to change the subject.

“So, if your father is rich, why are you working as a teacher?” I asked. He smiled a lopsided grin.

“I don’t know. I tutored all through college and I really enjoyed it. There was something really fulfilling about seeing that look on someone’s face when they understand something new.” His mood had shifted now and he was happier. “Plus, I like to be in control, but I’m sure you noticed that. I don’t want to ever get hurt like that again.” He ran his fingers down the length of my jaw and smacked me playfully on my bottom with his other hand.

“Ouch!” I jumped as he pulled my body flush against his.

“I think I answered enough questions for one day.” His mouth hovered above mine. I looked to his lips and back to his eyes, begging him silently to kiss me. He ran his thumb over my lower lip.

We spent the rest of the day in bed together. I was exhausted and starving.

“Go take a nice long bath. I’ll make us something to eat.” He kissed me quickly on the forehead and I made my way to the stark white bathroom. I soaked in the tub until the water turned cold.

“That smells delicious!” I said as I sat down at the kitchen island and twirled my wet hair into a bun.

“Thanks.” He smiled sitting a plate down in front of me. He had made cheese ravioli with a mushroom sauce. I ate every bite on my plate as he watched me, barely touching his food.

“Not hungry?” I cocked my head to the side.

“I was just thinking about how money changes people.” My eyebrows pulled together as he looked at me. It finally registered that he was worried I would take a payoff if I was was offered and the possiblity was there. I could tarnish his family’s reputation if anyone found out about us.

“I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not that kind of person. I’m not her.” I reassured him, reaching out and putting my hand on his. He stared out my hand for a moment before lacing his fingers in mine and squeezing gently. He nodded his head but didn’t say anything. I understood why it was hard for him to trust. I would just have to prove to him that I won’t break his heart. I pulled my hand back from his and walked in to the bedroom to grab my phone. I came back out to the island and sat back down with it pressed to my ear. He looked confused for a moment.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Aunt Judy? I won’t be home tonight.” I glanced up at William who was looking a little happier. I sat the phone down on the counter top and raised an eyebrow at him. I got up from my seat and walked over to the elevator, swaying my hips slightly. I couldn’t pull the smile from my face as I stepped inside and rode up to the next floor. It was dark and smelled of leather. I walked out into the expansive space, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. I ran my hands over the different contraptions as I contemplated which one to choose.

I slid my clothes off and climbed on top of the cold metal table. I wrapped the leather straps around my ankles, securing them to each corner, leaving my legs spread open. I laid back and stretched my body as far as I could to reach the handcuffs at the top center. I slipped them over my wrists and clicked them into place. I took a few deep breaths and waited for him to arrive. I heard the elevator being called back the the second floor and my heart began to race. A few minutes passed and the doors opened again. I resisted the urge to lift my head and look at him. The steady thudding of his footsteps crept closer and I held my breath when the sound stopped at the foot of the table. I heard the sound of leather sliding against itself as he undid his belt.

“You certainly know how to make me feel better.” He