Chapter 5

• Stacey's POV:
• My heart was threatening to burst out of my chest. I looked down at the black undies that I stupidly left there. I knew I forgot something.
• You didn’t think that the one thing you forgot was your undies??
• “I’m going to need you to take your seat, Mr. Baker,” I finally found the words, my shaking voice blatantly showing, and that seemed to amuse him.
• “I know you remember last night. I mean, it’s going to be hard for you to forget, considering how much you loved my dick in your mouth.”
• I found myself swallowing whatever it was that was in my mouth, flashbacks appearing in my head.
• “That’s a good girl.” He grabbed his bag and headed to his seat, and that's when I realized the entire class's attention was on us, and most importantly, the box containing my undies was still on the desk.
• “Fuck!”
• Quick, do something.
• “Well, thank you so much for finding my scarf, Mr. Baker. I really appreciate it.” I forced a smile on my face while I quickly put the box with my undies in my bag.
• His eyes bore into mine, and you could see him struggling to contain a laugh.
• “No problem, I’m sure you’re going to need it.” He winked.
• My face instantly turned red, shooting him a deadly stare.
• He is trying to get a rise out of you!! ….. Okay, okay, just breathe, Stacey. Don’t let him get to you; just finish the lecture and try to avoid eye contact with him.
• Easy, right?….
• Wrong!!
• “So class, can anyone remind us what was discussed in the last class?”
• One of the students, whom I recognize as Eric, my top student, raised his hand.
• “Oh good, Eric, please remind the class what we discussed in our last class.”
• I could sense Noah staring at me, making me feel more and more uncomfortable. I slightly turned to meet his gaze.
• Shitty mistake.
• He looked calm and precise, like a freaking panther in the jungle about to pounce on his prey.
• And you were the prey.
• “Was that correct ?”
• Eric’s voice broke me out of my trance, averting my gaze and quickly facing him.
• “I’m sorry, what?”
• I got so distracted by Noah that I didn’t even hear what Eric was saying. What the fuck is this boy doing to me?
• “I said we spoke about the essay on volcanic eruptions around the world and the active ones.” Eric repeated.
• “Oh yes, of course, thank you, Eric; you can sit down.” He took back his seat.
• “Now what do we say makes a volcano erupt or suddenly become active?”
• I looked around the class, but only one hand was up.
• Not him. Anyone but him.
• “Anyone else?” Please?
• I saw Eric attempting to bring his hands up, but Noah shot him a deadly look. He quickly dropped his hands, fixing his glasses.
• I took a deep breath, accepting my defeat.
• “Yes, Mr. Baker,”
• Noah stood up, a smile spread across his face.
• “Well, a volcano remains dormant, stuck in one place without moving or having any eruption whatsoever until something comes along, giving it a reason to erupt.” His voice was low and husky, and he maintained eye contact with me, waiting for my answer, but honestly, I was stunned and impressed.
• Were you more surprised that the answer was right, or impressed that he managed to make a question based on volcanic eruptions sexy?
• “That's correct, Mr. Baker, but what might that be?” My question rewarded me with a stunned look on his face, but he quickly covered that up with a smirk.
• “What do you mean?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine.
• “You mentioned a reason for the eruption? What might that be ?”
• Why are you condoning this!!??? And a better question is, why do you like it?
• I leaned over the table, awaiting his answer. I could see his body tense up when I leaned over the table, and for some reason that gave me a little bit of satisfaction.
• Giving him a taste of his own medicine ought to set him straight.
• “Climate change,” he answered quickly.
• “Take your seat, Mr. Baker.” I turned to the board, not giving him another look as I continued the lecture.
• The day finally ended, and I couldn’t be happier.
• Noah was called to the gym by his coach earlier, and that gave me so much relief.
• I was packing some files when my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen to see it was a text from Chloe. ‘Meet me at the courthouse in 10 min.’
• I quickly shot back a reply. “On my way”
• I dreaded what was going to happen, but whatever it is, I am not losing my daughter!
• I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the school, heading to the parking lot, when I saw him.
• So close!
• Noah was leaning against the rail like he belonged there, like he hadn’t spent the past few hours trying to distract me in class. I looked away fast, my heart beating against my ribs like it knew something I didn’t want to admit.
• I kept my head low and made for the parking lot, keys in hand, bag slung tight over my shoulder.
• Just get to the car. Just go. Maybe if you moved fast enough, he’d get the message.
• But of course, he didn’t.
• “Stacey, wait.?”
• He's still calling you by your first name!?
• His voice hit me like a flashback—dark room, warm skin, his mouth against mine, my fingers clutching his di…
• No, no, no, not the time; just keep moving.
• I didn’t stop till I reached the car and yanked the door open, heart in my throat, heat creeping under my skin.
• “I just want to talk,” he said, appearing in front of me. He moved faster than I thought he would.
• He rested one hand on my car door, stopping it from closing.
• His eyes found mine, and that same look from that night was still there: hungry, searching, like he already knew how my body would react just from him standing this close.
• “I can’t stop thinking about that night,” he said, voice low.
• “I’m sorry, Mr. Baker, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I retorted.
• “I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. I want more; I want you, Stacey.”
• God, he really said it.
• I clenched my jaw, trying not to let the memory come up—his hands, his mouth, the way he made me forget everything else for just a few hours. But that was all it was ever supposed to be. Just one night. One mistake.
• “Look, Mr. Baker, I don’t know what you’re talking about, and even if I did, I would really appreciate it if you would stop mentioning it, please.” My expression turned serious. “It’s Mrs. Smith to you.”
• His face was stunned as he slowly let go of the door.
• “Your mouth might be telling me something, but your body is certainly telling me something different, and you can only deny it for so long…. Mrs. Smith”
• “Please, Noah, stay away from me. Just leave me alone.” I pleaded because there was nothing left to do now.
• “Is that what you really want?” He said, moving closer. Close enough to be intoxicated by his scent…
• Oh, fuck, that scent just…
• Fuck no!
• “You’re crazy,” I said, forcing the words out through the ache in my chest.
• I slammed the door in his face and drove out of the lot before I could lose my nerve. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
• Because if I did… I might’ve stopped.
• Just how the fuck did you get yourself into this awful, awful mess; you just had to go fuck your student… The eligible men in the world weren’t enough, and worst of all, he’s just 20.