Hot Bad Boy Twins

The Detention Part Two

After she had wiped all the desks, Yasmin retrieved a broom and a little duster box and began sweeping, her arms feeling like lead.

"Hurry up," the teacher snapped and with another inward groan, she started sweeping faster.

When she felt like her arms were about to fall off, she felt cold, smooth, veiny hands on hers, taking the broom handle from her.

Startled at contact, she drew a breath and dropped the broom completely.

Onto Beau's face.

"Ow," he said and she felt heat creeping up her face.

"Sorry!"

She made to grab the broom off his face, but stumbled backwards and almost found herself wedged beteeen two desks.

Lean, muscular arms looped around her waist, sending sparks tingling and sizzling.

She drew in a deep breath and lost herself momentarily in the absolute blueness of Beau's eyes.

Then

"Excuse me you two, get back to work,"a brittle voice ordered and Beau let go of Yasmin, of which she promptly hit the desk and stood up of her own accord.

"Sorry," he said in a mockingly similar tone to the one she had used before.

Biting her lip, she glared at Beau and took over his job, scraping gum off the desks while he broomed.

When the room was spotless, she vacuumed the room and Beau carried away the chairs and desks away, replacing them with far larger circular tables, veins bulging as he did so.

She finished vacuuming, and for a moment, she watched Beau. The way his arms curled and flexed, the pure muscle in the solid, rippling arms, the color of his veins, the way his lean arms felt around her waist...

"Yasmin!" The teacher ordered, and she started. 

"I-I'm sorry ma'm, what do you need?"

She glanced at Beau again as he set the final chair down. He looked up and met her gaze unflinchingly, and a smirk bloomed on his chiseled, perfect, carmine lips...

What was she doing? Drawing in a deep breath, she returned back to the teacher who mercilessly handed her the packet.

"I'll be back, I'm just going to a short meeting." The teacher gave them a warning look.

She sighed, and when the teacher gave her a sharp look she composed her frown into a half-frown, took a pencil from her backpack and sat down just as Beau did.

On the same chair.

"Um,"she gestured to him, half of her sitting on the chair, while the other half of the chair was occupied by Beau.

"What do you want?" he said, and pushed her off the chair.

She tumbled off. "Excuse me, but that is no way to treat a lady! Don't you know, ladies first?"

"Oh dear," the frost-haired boy said dryly. "My brother has corrupted you."

It took her a moment to realize this, then she stood and put her hands on her hips. "Your brother has not corrupted me or anything like that!"

Beau looked up lazily. "Then why do you have your hands on your hips like a sissy?"

Yasmin spluttered for a response.

"That's what I thought, Yam Yam." he reached over and patted her. "Now go to another desk."

Yasmin scowled. She couldn't believe she had just admired his abs! She stood her ground firmly though. "No! I sat their first!"