Her Teacher's Temptation by Alexandra Vos Page A

at his job. "No, it was a good
question. I thought, anyway. I've only finished it this quickly because I had
loads to write, so you must be doing a pretty good job of teaching it." I
told him with a small chuckle.
     
    I grinned when
his cheeks turned slightly pink. "Okay, thanks."
     
    "I have
got some maths work to do now, though." Which was true, it just wouldn't
take me that long. It was around half seven now, and I wanted to go out around
ten, so that town would be in full swing. "I'll probably just do that and
go to bed early so I don't end up falling asleep through everyone else's
readings tomorrow."
     
    I wasn't
decided whether I was just going to attempt to sneak out and go to town by
myself, or to try and persuade Ollie to come with me. It was obvious the other
contestants weren’t up for my wild night. It would be more fun going with Mr.
Wright, but there was a chance he'd stop me altogether. I'd decide later,
though I was already pretty sure which one I'd end up going with. So much for
resisting temptation.
     
    We said our
goodbyes and I entered my room. I was surprised that there was a double bed,
but I supposed we were just on a corridor where all the rooms were doubles.
     
    Collapsing down
on it, I was almost tempted to just have a nap. It was incredibly comfortable.
     
    I resisted,
though, and dug through my suitcase to find my homework.
     
    When it came to
half eight, I decided it was time to start getting ready. It wouldn't take me
long, since I'd already had a shower today, but I did need to curl my hair and
re-apply my make-up.
     
    I poured myself
a glass of vodka and coke in one that I found in the bathroom and set to work
making myself look presentable.
     
    Checking myself
in the mirror, I grinned. My high-waisted short shorts and blouse were just
sophisticated enough to not look completely slutty and that was complimented by
my strappy black sandals, which were surprisingly comfy considering how high they
were. My hair was curled and sprayed enough so that I knew it wouldn't go flat
as the night went on, and my smoky eyes did a pretty good job of being
seductive.
     
    During the time
I'd spent getting ready, I'd downed two glasses and so I had a steady buzz
which spurred me on to what I did next.
     
    It was only half
past nine, but I figured if I was going to persuade Ollie to come out with me,
then I'd have to offer him some of my vodka.
     
    I hoped my
appearance would be enough to sway him, since I'd made a special effort, but I
doubted it would work. Especially after the last time we drank together.
     
    Biting my lip
and checking the mirror once more, I decided I'd better just get it over and
done with. It was worth a try and I could probably sneak out and party if he
wasn't coming with me anyway.
     
    I knocked on
his door and was surprised when he opened it wearing only his pyjama bottoms. I
had to really stop myself from staring at his chest, but I knew my face had
heated up.
     
    He grimaced
when he saw my appearance. "What are you doing?" He demanded, opening
his door and gesturing for me to come in. It probably wouldn't be good if
anyone else saw this.
     
    "I'm going
out," I told him seriously, leaning against his now shut door and
appraising his physique as subtly as I could. There were several essays spread
across a desk in the corner and I realised he actually had been marking. I
wasn’t sure what else I thought he might be doing.
     
    "No,
you're not," he corrected me. "We're at a school thing. You're
under-age. And why are you even telling me you're going out?"
     
    I bit my lip
and glanced up at him hopefully with my smoky eyes.
     
    "No,"
he denied. "No way."
     
    "Oh come
on, you know you want to," I tried to coerce him. Ollie wasn’t meant to
sit inside being boring. He was a rule-breaker, I was sure. "Marking
essays surely isn't your ideal Friday night."
     
    "Maddie,
you know I can't go out with you, no matter how much I want to." I was
surprised he'd even admitted that,