We park the car, and after Zac gives Sky a hundred kisses, we are finally able to go to class.
I can't wait to tell Sky all the dirty details about last night. I'm sure she won't believe me. I didn't want to talk about it when Zac was around because I'm embarrassed.
Unfortunately, it's time for the period to start, so we rush into the classroom and take our seats.
I don't have underwear since I left it in the hotel room, and I obviously couldn't ask Sky for any. So I'm wearing no panties right now, and I squeeze my legs tightly, afraid someone might notice.
A minute later, our new teacher enters the classroom, and my breath catches.
He doesn't notice me at first as he goes to the front of the room to introduce himself. Everyone becomes quiet the second he enters, probably because of how incredible he looks.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Daniel Vanderbilt, and I'm going to be your new teacher," he says with a low voice, and my heart stops.
"I can't believe how hot he is," someone whispers from behind me.
"Yeah, I know. And he's also the new head of the school since he inherited it from his father," another girl whispers in response.
Then he notices me, and for a moment or two, our eyes lock, and it feels like there's no one else in this room except for us.
It feels like we're in his hotel room again, just the two of us, together, naked.
My secret man is my new teacher.
Chapter Eight
Savannah
"He’s cute, right?" Sky leans closer to whisper. "I couldn't confess to you that he's drop-dead gorgeous because, you know, Zac was near."
She winks at me with a smile and then turns to look at Mr.Vanderbilt again.
I have to admit that, under the daylight, this man is even more stunning than he was last night. And it's not because he was unshaven yesterday, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. It was evident that he was concerned about something. I felt he was angry the second he started speaking to me.
This morning he looks different. He looks rested. You would think he'd been sleeping like a child instead of spending half the night at the club. His perfectly tailored navy suit emphasizes his athletic body. The light blue shirt contrasts with his dark eyes. His tie, tucked into a vest, makes him look even younger than thirty-four, even though I don’t think he was thinking of that when he chose it. Or is it because his hair is neatly styled and his face is fully shaved? Probably his slight stubble added a couple of years.
I wonder what it would feel like if he kissed metherewhen his face is shaved. Would it be just as pleasurable as it was when he brushed his hairy cheeks against my lower lips?
I realize that I'm getting wet again just from looking at him, and I squeeze my legs tightly, reminding myself that I don’t have any panties on.
I'm sure he doesn't find me as attractive as I was yesterday, and I’m already regretting that I didn't wake up earlier to freshen up. I know I look like shit: substantial dark circles under my eyes, pale skin, no mascara. I was in too much of a hurry to put on any makeup or even wash my hair; that's why it’s up in a bun.
He’s probably wondering what he saw in me yesterday when we kissed.
I take a deep breath and lower my gaze because I can't stand watching him anymore. He's too gorgeous, too confident, too perfect. His voice is soft and calm; he talks measuredly and unhurriedly, the complete opposite of the person I saw yesterday.
"How did you know he was hot if you haven't seen him before?" I ask Sky, trying to whisper as quietly as I can.
When she opens her mouth to answer my question, I hear a low, demanding voice.
"If you have something to say, you should speak louder."
When I look up again, I realize that Daniel—I mean Mr. Vanderbilt—is talking to me.
"Ms..." he continues, expecting me to answer, but it seems like the words are stuck in my throat.
"Jones," I say finally, clearing my throat. "Savannah Jones."
"Savannah," he repeats, and I notice a barely visible grin on his face.