It's between me and you

Chapter 15

The next morning Elena approached the college with her heart pounding wildly. No, she felt great after the way she had managed to put Ledger in his place yesterday. His dumbfounded expression all evening gave the girl a selfish pleasure. But she did not like at all the way her own body reacted to a completely inappropriate kiss. Is this how a teacher should feel after being kissed by a student? She should be spitting in disgust, and Elena's lower abdomen was aching all the way in the cab, and the smell of the guy itched on her lips.

She showered as soon as she got home. She washed off her untimely excitement and rubbed her lips with honey scrub. But it was like the smell of ginger was injected into her skin. Honey and ginger were great for colds, except she didn't want any of that.

Elena was used to men who were self-sufficient, mature, and goal-oriented. She was always wooed by such men. She valued stability, the ability to think straight, and the ability to be an indestructible wall for her woman. And so the question arose: Why did she react so acutely to some guy who was incapable of anything in life except trumping money and fighting? Well, if you can tell from the bruise on his cheekbone. No goals, no intention to achieve anything in the future, no sense of responsibility and no desire for some kind of socialization with others. He's not even really studying.

He'd better not show up for her date again!

The girl turned the doorknob. She went inside and almost tripped when she saw Andrew at the last desk. He was sitting back in his chair, and Natali Frailov, one of the not particularly diligent students, was sitting on his lap, unashamedly fumbling with her tongue in the guy's mouth.

Elena herself did not understand why she slammed the door so loudly. The audience turned around and began to crawl back to their seats, except Frailov.

"Natali, I'm here. And that means that you should get your tongue out of Andrew's mouth and sit in your seat," said Elena, sternly, taking the lesson plan out of her folder and trying not to look at the couple"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Narrell, I didn't see you" The girl mumbled falsely, reluctantly pulling away from Andrew's lips. She crawled off his lap and, wiggling her hips, went to her seat.

"But I noticed you, as well as the fact that Mr. Ledger was not even late today" Elena moved her gaze to the student, looking at her with a smirk and swaying in his chair.

"Good morning, Miss Narrell" The guy shouted cheerfully. "They say you have terribly interesting classes, so I decided to find out if it's true or not"

"Well, then, since you condescended to such a feat, as to visit my class, be kind and hand out tutorials. I hope you can do that"

A light flashed in his chameleon eyes. Elena thought the upstart would start yapping and resisting, but he surprised her. Slammed his hands on the table and stood up to head toward her.

"I've never done anything like that before. You're the first person I've ever asked to hand out manuals," Ledger said strangely, his eyes flashing and laughing. It was the first time Elena had seen the guy in such a good mood. Usually he was a wrecking monster, but now he was just a little happy Olaf.

"I hope I'll be your first not only in this"

Elena realized how ambiguous the phrase had sounded. She'd meant that unlike the rest of teachers, she'd be able to get a handle on the guy. A blush rushed into her face as she received a wry chuckle in return. Andrew leaned over her desk, picking up her books, and said so quietly that only she could hear:

"I hope so, too"

He pushed off and went to hand out the material. He was so relaxed, as if he hadn't nailed her yesterday after he'd locked her in this very classroom. Cheeky bastard.

For twenty minutes the poor teacher couldn't relax. Every minute she was waiting for a catch. Anything. Up to the fact that somewhere on the ceiling hidden bucket, and if she hooked an invisible line, it will tip right over her head. But, surprisingly, nothing happened.

Andrew listened to the correct Spanish speech of Elena and looked around his classmates. They, like snakes under the influence of a flute, looked into her mouth. Not all, of course. Some of the guys just stupidly took pictures of her, and then shared them with each other. Natali boredly chewed on her pencil, and Nate wrote down everything the teacher dictated.

"Did you decide to put my plan into action?" The friend asked when he noticed Andrew nonstop glaring at the teacher.

He looked at him and then stared at his phone.

"Which one?" Raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Why are you so nice with Miss Narrell? Or is it the calm before the storm?"

Ledger grinned. He did not have a clear plan yet, but still need to make himself favorable to the teacher. At least in order to lull her vigilance, and then make a clear blow to the punch, after which the opponent in a tight fucking black skirt with a short slit in the back will be defeated.

"Consider it done. I can be a sweetheart."

Nate shook his head.

"Don't let it go sideways, Ledger"

"It won't"

"May be, you'll share with us an interesting subject for discussion?" Suddenly sounded strictly above Andrew's ear.

Guy raised his head and came across the testing gaze of brown eyes. Elena raised an eyebrow, and Andrew's dick twitched in response to this action, and his head bumped against his fly. He remembered how in his sleep he had fucked her right there, where he was sitting, and his mouth went dry.

"I'm afraid you won't like it" Andy tilted his head to the side and stretched his lips in a cocky smirk.

"Why not? Since you're in the class, I think everyone here will be interested to hear it"

"Well, if you ask, Elena"

"Miss Narell, Andrew"

"Well, Miss Elena" the cheeky guy leaned back and put his ankle on his knee. "Nathan assured me that you are wildly sexy with this ponytail, and I assured him that with the loosened hair you look muuuuch better. I, unlike him, have seen you and can say with certainty that it is so"

Elena's anger almost made the tips of her hair smoke. Nate fidgeted and only hummed, throwing a guilty look at the teacher. Andrew, on the other hand, watched with a broad smile as a thousand emotions flashed across the hated face. Oh, if they were alone, she would probably claw at him like a wildcat.

"Very interesting observation, Mr. Ledger" He had to pay tribute to the bitch. She was like a guardsman in front of Buckingham Palace. "And you can tell me all your thoughts in Spanish when you stay after classes for an extra class. I called your father this morning and suggested you for the commencement speech in three weeks. You do remember that influential guests from Spain who are coming to the college, invited by Jacob Ledger to discuss the student exchange program, don't you?"

Oh, what a bliss it was to watch the smirk wipe off the guy's face. The hard lips pressed into a thin line, and the eyes instantly filled with darkness. He looked like the spawn of hell.

"You wouldn't disappoint your own father, would you?" The teacher had not been taught to stop in time, and she would not do it now. It was too sharp and pleasant to pull a lion's whiskers. "He soaked in pride, by the way, when he heard that I was proposing you"

And she did not lie. Mr. Ledger really did not expect that his son would be chosen for such an important assignment. And that his son would not go against his father, Elena was sure. After all, no matter what he said, he was directly dependent on him and his money.

She turned on her heels and headed for her seat, hearing something like a caustic "bitch" in her wake. Elena hid a smile in the corners of her lips. She seemed to be beginning to enjoy putting him in his place.