Page 125 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
Cav was right. I did take the easy way out. I ran the other direction in order to avoid it if I thought there was too much work to be done. It was the very reason I’d avoided Justin for so long. My job had been cushy, easy. Why change? Then he had beaten me down, and to avoid confrontation, I’d caved. Now I had a job that paid me significantly more than my last and I was considering bailing on them.
Because it wasn’t fucking easy.
Take a page from your own book.
Yeah.
Cav was right. It was high time I did.
Jamie
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT WHEN I came to the club tonight, but that … Cav’s blowup certainly hadn’t been it.
It had actually taken me a significant amount of time to talk myself into returning at all. I’d thought about blowing it off, but I knew I couldn’t move on with my life until I had some closure.
Part of me had expected Edge and Cav to avoid me. Despite the apologies, I didn’t know where I stood with either of them, but I knew I wasn’t willing to walk away.
I also didn’t know what I was willing to do.
At this point, I was confused about all of it, the Domination, the submission. Roles, rules. They were all lacking, in my opinion, despite the fact Edge was so insistent about having the structure. Edge had once mentioned that he was looking for a full-time submissive, but I hadn’t seen any proof in the way of actions. Truth was, the man was all over the place. Was that how this really worked?
“In here, cupcake.”
When Cav motioned toward a theme room, I stepped inside without argument.
There was a large desk at the front of the room, a chalkboard on the wall behind it, a whiteboard off to the right, along with a few decorations that mimicked a standard classroom setting. Three smaller desks with chairs faced the teacher’s desk. There was a line of lockers on one wall, all closed. The other wall had four paneless, wooden window frames mounted to it, blinds hanging at different levels, while a mural of what appeared to be outside peeked through. Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to make this room look the part.
The lights overhead were bright, the floor tiled with big squares of linoleum. A clock on the wall ticked loudly and there was a faint scent of chalk in the air.
“Have a seat, Miss Lautner.”
When Cav motioned toward the row of desks, I moved toward the first one, pulled out the chair, and took a seat. This was nothing like the classrooms I spent my time in at the university. It was more along the lines of a high school.
The thought made me smile. Whoever had done this likely had a penchant for porn.
“Before we begin…” a deep voice sounded from behind me.
I glanced over to see Edge stepping into the room, carrying a small bag.
“Please go to the locker room and change,” he said, passing over the bag.
Unsure what to say, I took the bag and headed for the locker room.
When I retrieved the items inside, I grinned. Maybe Edge was the one who’d designed that room, because the schoolgirl outfit made it all come together. A tiny red, white, and black plaid skirt was barely long enough to cover my ass. The black T-shirt was a little less revealing, but only because it covered my breasts but ended just below. A pair of white thigh-highs were folded neatly on top of a pair of Mary Janes. In my size. Imagine that.
Since I hadn’t been provided with an outfit for tonight, I’d had to think on the fly. Luckily, Everly and I were roughly the same size, with the exception of me being about six inches taller. She’d had an extra pair of jean shorts, although they were more like a pair of denim panties than shorts. Maeve had offered a black, spaghetti-strap tank that had various cutouts in it. A more appropriate option than the jeans and sweater I’d worn to the club, I’d borrowed their clothes.
The schoolgirl outfit was exactly as I’d seen depicted in porn. The only thing missing was my hair in pigtails. Wanting to maintain a little dignity, I avoided pulling it up, returning to the classroom as quickly as I could. I walked in as Edge and Cav seemed to be having a heated discussion, their voices low, clipped.
“Have a seat, Miss Lautner,” Cav commanded, not looking toward me.
I returned to the desk I’d sat in a few minutes ago. Placing my hands on top of it, I folded them primly, keeping my knees together as I regarded the “teachers” at the front.
Cav and Edge seemed to come to some sort of nonverbal decision before Edge turned away from him. He paced across the room, back. He repeated the action a couple of times before facing me.
