Page 6 of Dock

The expression deepens as hints of crimson christen her cheeks. “Uh…”

God, she’s beautiful.

More beautiful up close.

I like seeing her skin change shades.

How her espresso eyes widen under my gaze.

Hearing her breathing become unsteady.

She’s nervous.

But not terrified.

Unsure if she wants me closer or further.

Her uncertainty is sexy.

Come to think about it…there isn’t much about this woman that isn’t sexy.

Even her Miss Frizzle Goes to College shit somehow has my cock stirring.

Kinda weird.

Never had the hots for that cartoon teach before now.

“Is that a no?” leaves in tandem with me bracing my large hands along with my navy, spiral notebook against my crotch, blocking any proof of where my mind has wandered.

Again.

“That’s a…um…” she timidly shifts her weight, “a…none of your business?”

“But is my question.”

What I swear is a faint whimper reaches my ears prior to her quietly inquiring, “Is that why you stayed behind? To investigate my personal life?”

“You’re why I stayed behind…” A cocky, casual shrug wedges itself between statements. “The rest of the shit is just details.”

“You know details matter, Mr…” her gaze steals a glimpse of my cut, “Dock?” Emaline’s nose briefly scrunches. “I don’t remember a Dock on my register.”

“Hogan.”

Intrigue sends her brows to the ceiling. “You’re Hogan Laekeman?”

Unsure of what to make of her tone is what leads me to stay silent.

Stoic.

“Your script writing project was from Point Break!” she excitedly exclaims. “The original with Keanu and Swayze.”

I nod.

“It read just like a deleted scene!” Any ounce of lingering fear is hurled out the window for additional enthusiasm. “It was soooo incredible!”

“I like being called incredible.”

“I like having a student who didn’t pick something related to a Marvel movie.” Post a small bite of her bottom lip, she bravely asks, “How do you get Dock out of Hogan?”