Please Me

Sixteen: Teacher With Benefits

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"A proposition?" I asked back, confusion coaxing my tone.

"Yes. A proposition. One that I hope will be to your liking," he answers. I furrow my eyebrows as I look at him with confusion. What in the holy hell type of proposition could he possibly have to offer?

"I'm listening."

He grins. "Atta girl."

"Shut up!"

"One thing you must know before I explain this so called proposition that I have, is that you have the right to refuse. If you're simply not comfortable, or feel no need to act upon it, that's you're decision. Though, I simply hope you don't decline my request." 

Since when did he talk so fucking elegantly? Maybe our surroundings are getting to him? Or this is just how he really is.

"...ok?" I say hesitantly. Now he has me worried.

He straightens up in his seat as if he's preparing for something serious. "From 3:00 in the afternoon to 8:45 in the morning-- so basically not within school hours--you're mine."

My eyes grow wide.

Say what now?

"Um...pardon?" I questionably ask with concern. "I'm...yours?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" his cocky ass fires back. 

I shoot daggers in his direction with my glare. 

"I'm gonna need you to be a little bit more specific than that, asswipe," I scold as I hold my glare. 

He clenches his jaw slightly, most likely at my choice of words. He's so uptight all the time. "Let's say that you and I were to have non-exclusive sex, no strings attached." 

My checks paint on a blush as soon as the words leave his lips. 

He really is fucking crazy!

I can't even form a coherent sentence, my words just come out as useless stutters. "I--uh--um--I--" I quickly grab the white wine that he ordered for me before I start to chug it down. I didn't really like wine, and I know I said I wasn't going to drink--but could tell I needed a little something to get me through this conversation. 

"I thought you were underage," Mr. Williams sarcastically uses my previous words against me once he sees me drinking. 

I sit the glass back down on the table, it's contents almost being completely engulfed. "I changed my mind," I fire back. "And for starters, what makes you think that I wanna be yours in the first place, huh?" 

He smirks. "You didn't seem to be complaining when my fingers were shoved inside of you." 

My faces blushes up even more to the point where I feel as if my entire body is on fire. 

I flench my fist underneath the table as I glare at the stupid pretty boy in front of me. "I wasn't really in any position to resist," I slightly mumble under my breath. 

Touche.

"So what is your decision, Ms. Parks," he asks me with an intense stare that I have to look away from because I was scared that I might actually say yes if I held his gaze any longer. 

"I don't fucking know, how do you expect me to come up with an answer so fast?" I snap back. 

Let's just take a minute to create a pros and cons list over this situation, shall we?