Her Teacher's Temptation by Alexandra Vos Page B

but it just assured me that I had a real
chance of convincing him. "I'm supposed to be professional, don't you
think you've jeopardised that enough already?"
     
    I frowned, my
bubble bursting. He was right, of course. It was completely selfish of me to go
out at all, never mind to actually try and get Ollie to come with me, but I’d
been too busy imagining our fun night together to really think about the
consequences. Mr. Wright, I reminded myself. He was my teacher, not my friend,
and certainly not anything more than that.
     
    "Right,"
I agreed, my excitement waning. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to
see what it'd be like round Newcastle, I know it was a stupid idea. You'd
probably get into trouble if anyone found out I'd gone anywhere."
     
    Ollie ran a
hand through his hair. "Sorry to be a joy kill," he apologised. I
decided it was probably worth having dressed up just because I got to see him
stretch with no shirt on. He must have noticed my widened eyes because he
smirked slightly.
     
    "I'll go
and do some work," I told him, trying not to flush in embarrassment. It
irritated me that he knew what an effect he had on me.
     
    "You can
come and help me mark some essays if you want." He offered. "They're
from the year below, but the mark scheme is the same as yours. It must help you
out with learning it."
     
    I pretended to
weigh this over, though I was sure we both knew I was going to accept.
"Can I bring the rest of my vodka?" I finally asked.
     
    He looked
slightly torn before affirming that I could, as long as I shared.
     

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    Unfortunately,
Ollie had put a shirt on when I returned with my bottles and the glass I'd been
drinking from and had retrieved a cup for him from the bathroom. "I don't
think this really counts as professional either," he commented as he let
me pour him a glass.
     
    I shrugged.
"You could just call us friends and then it wouldn't have to be
professional," I suggested, giving him a small smile. I supposed we did
kind of know each other too well to be considered acquaintances, though I
wasn't sure if we'd reached friendship yet.
     
    "Well, I
suppose if you put it that way," he grinned and took a large gulp from his
glass. "Let's get marking."
     
    I chuckled and
pulled myself up a chair which had been in the corner of the room so that he
could show me what I was supposed to be doing. I knew that marking work when I
was already fairly tipsy wasn't a good idea, but really I just wanted to spend
time with Ollie. I'd just have to try and concentrate really hard.
     
    After the first
one, though, I decided it was a lost cause. "I'm doing this really badly,"
I informed him seriously.
     
    He checked over
what I'd ticked off and nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "Maybe this
wasn't such a good idea."
     
    We'd drank at
least half of my vodka between us now, which was a considerable amount. Ollie
wasn't really showing any signs of it, though.
     
    "I'm just
going to lay on the bed and talk to you whilst you mark," I declared,
standing up and pouring myself another glass, then leaving the vodka on the
table for Ollie to drink when he wanted. I was surprised when he didn't bother
to disagree with me. "So, tell me something,” I instructed him whilst I
got comfy, not quite daring to go under the covers, despite my exposed legs
being a bit chilly.
     
    I could almost
picture his raised eyebrow, though he didn't turn around. "I don't
know," he complained. "Ask me something."
     
    I pouted. “But
I'm not good at asking questions,” I returned complaints. “Why don't you ask me
something?”
     
    Ollie turned
around in his chair so that he was leaning over the back of it and watching me.
“Let's go out,” he blurted, causing my eyes to widen.
     
    “You're sure?”
I checked. I'd completely understood his reasoning for not wanting to. It was
definitely the sensible option.
     
    He shrugged. “I
do like breaking the rules a bit,” he admitted. “Just let me get changed.