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her. She bit her lip, embarrassed at being caught with Mike. She hoped her teacher didn’t think they were an item. Mike had distracted her for a moment, but he was no different than Eric, and she wanted nothing to do with him.
    “Let me know if he tries picking up on you again,” he said loud enough for half the class to hear. The students broke out in laughter directed at Mike. Being the class clown, he probably thrived on the attention. And once again, Mr. Taylor was the cool, funny teacher. But all she could focus on was his choice of words. They offered protection and made her desire for him grow stronger.
    “Turn to page sixty-two in your text. I want everyone to read to the end of chapter.” The classroom began to buzz with conversation, the fluttering of pages, and pounding of books onto desks. She raked her gaze from Mr. Taylor’s brown leather shoes, all the way up to his eyes. Why was he still standing there?
    “You’re not on the class schedule yet, Kaya. Could you see me after class?”
    “Sure,” she said. Her name on his lips made her pussy throb. She crossed her legs in hopes of containing the liquid heat she could feel seeping from her folds. He was in a position of power and authority, having dismissed Mike like a disobedient child. Wasn’t it natural to want the dominant male or was it just her?
    He winked and returned down to his desk. Her crush made her read all kinds of inappropriate intentions into that single wink. It could be nothing, a friendly gesture, a kind greeting. Or it could symbolize that she stood out for him, that they had a unique connection none of the other students were privy to. Kaya sighed, knowing it was all in her imagination. Her very active imagination.
    By the end of class her panties were uncomfortably damp and her entire body hummed with anticipation. It didn’t help that she left home in the morning unsatisfied and antsy. Her Silver Bullet was definitely getting lucky tonight. She slowly packed up her belongings as the students filed out of the room. Mr. Taylor hadn’t noticed her, and she wondered if he even remembered asking her to stay after class. Regardless, she would use this time to her advantage. If only she could swallow the frog in her throat and get some much needed confidence. The new Kaya had to be direct and in control. No more shying away and playing the good girl. That got her nowhere fast. She would take what she wanted and for some reason, beyond her understanding, she wanted Mr. Taylor.
    “Sir. You wanted to see me?” The room was now completely empty. Kaya stood in front of his desk with her bag over her shoulder. He kept himself so busy with paperwork, he hadn’t heard her approach.
    “Oh. Right. Kaya .” He shuffled through his files and pulled out an attendance slip. “I’m sure things will get sorted out in the office. New students sometimes take a while to get on the class registry. Do you mind filling out your personal information for me?”
    Great. Just paperwork. She hoped he would ask her out on a date. Tell her he was secretly interested in her. He was the real deal. A man his age, in his position, wouldn’t be out looking for cheap thrills, but serious commitment. He represented security and stability at a time when she craved it most.
    Kaya bent over the desk and started filling out the sheet. Almost immediately, Mr. Taylor stood up and gave her his chair. As she sat down, he perched on the desk beside her. He smelled of musky cologne, and she breathed him in deeply, capturing his scent to memory.
    “So, how you liking the new school?”
    “So far, so good.”
    “I see you’re already popular.” She glanced up at him. He smiled warmly, playfully.
    “You mean Mike? I’m not interested in Mike.”
    He chuckled. “He’s a good kid. Not too bright, but a good kid.”
    Her boldness grew and morphed into flirting. She wasn't sure where the inner strength suddenly came from, but was thankful for it. “I’m not interested