Temptation

Chapter Five

On Friday, Tom made his way to his office and smiled seeing Alice waiting by the door. The two greeted one another as they entered the room. As Tom looked up from his desk at Alice, his eyes widened seeing the scab on her jaw.

"What happened?" He asked frantically, rushing to her side.

"What?" Alice retorted.

"Your jaw. What happened?"

"Oh! It was nothing. Just a casualty at work a few days ago." Alice told him.

"You got burned?"

"Yeah. I put a hot plate a little too close to my face. It's fine." She explained.

"Do you need anything? I have a first-aid kit in my desk drawer if you need a band-aid, some gauze even." Tom rambled as he went to his desk, opening the drawer.

Alice chuckled, appreciating his concern.

"It's all good. It's healing now."

"Did you put Neosporin?" Tom asked, holding up a small tube.

"Yes, I did. It's just scabbing now. That means it's healing." Alice laughed softly.

Tom nodded his head and put the bag back into his drawer.

"It should be gone in no time." Alice reassured him.

"Well, if you need anything while you're here, let me know." Tom told her.

"Will do." She giggled.

That night, Tom gave Diane another excuse and left the house to go to the show once again. He went to his seat and ordered a small meal. He kept his eyes on the stage, tapping his foot on the floor, playing with his thumbs, and checking his phone in case Diane texted or called him. As the show began, Tom kept an eye out for Emile du Boux. When she came onstage to perform her song, his eyes widened seeing the same burn on her jaw that Alice had during his office hours. Tom's chest heaved as his suspicions were ultimately confirmed that it was Alice up on the stage. He went to stand up from his seat to leave and gasped as he felt his jeans tighten from his erection. He cursed at himself and forced himself to sit down as he shut his eyes, just listening. Yet, as the thoughts of knowing it was Alice on stage ran through his mind, he felt himself getting harder.

When the show was over, Tom quickly exited and looked at himself in the rearview mirror of his car and exhaled sharply as he gripped the steering wheel.

"You love Diane. You have feelings for no one else but Diane. You've spent almost five years with her now. She's the one. This was just a way to blow off steam and relax. This wasn't a show to relive any of your frustrations. You love Diane. You...you love her." Tom scolded himself.

On the drive home, he was still hard and he moaned as he laid his hand against his groin, palming himself through his jeans. In a moment of desperation, he spotted an empty parking lot and turned the steering wheel to enter. Once inside, he parked his car and hurriedly undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and releasing himself from his boxers. He gripped himself in his hand and began stroking his length, moaning as he laid his head back against the headrest. In a matter of minutes, Tom came into his hand and furrowed his brow as the image of Alice pressed between the blurry-faced women appeared in his mind. As he caught his breath, he shook his head, trying to forget the image.

Tom cleaned himself up and was at a loss for words as to how he could have come with the image of Alice in his mind for a second time.

"She's my student. Nothing but that. My student." Tom whispered to himself as he drove home.