“We hope you will achieve all your dreams from the Saint Helena academy and let us help you create a better future.” The dean ended her speech with a stern voice, eyeing all of us through her sharp glasses.
“My dream is to get fucked by six vampires—”
I elbowed Summer, and held my breath when her eyes slid to our group, glaring directly at Summer, who met her levelling stare.
“See me after your last class, Miss Summer Hayes.”
Everyone looked at her, some people chuckling and glaring at her, and a boy outright making an expression of slicing his throat before turning away.
“Don’t worry,” I said to her when she left the podium. “I will cry on your funereal and play Taylor Swift’s songs.”
“Har har,” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “What’s the worst she can do?Nothing. I am Summer fucking Hayes.”
“Let’s go, Mia.” Emma wrapped her arm around my elbow. “Summer is still thinking about her five vampire lords and getting railed by them.”
“Six vampire lords, Em!Six,” Summer corrected with a grin. “Keep up!”
I laughed with her and waved at Summer, who had a class in the east wing of the Palace-slash-academy. I wondered why I hadn’t seen James during the main assembly. Maybe he was teaching some other class or maybe he would join the next year.
That would be much better. I didn’t want to go through the torture of sitting through his lectures, hearing his melodious deep voice and my pussy aching for him. Only if my friends knew how not-so innocent I was, pretending to be a goody two shoes when all I wanted was my father’s friend to wrap his hand around my neck and thrust inside me.
Yes. It would be a blessing in disguise if he wouldn’t have a class this semester.
But of course, why would God ever listen to a white seventeen-year-old who had sex dreams about her dad’s best friend?
“Good morning,” James said, prowling into my third class as if he owned the entire building. “I am James Fox and your teacher for Design and Colors.”
Oh goodie, this was not good for me or my underwear.
YES, MISTER JAMES?
MIA
His voice rang through the class of twenty teenagers, grabbing our attention and making me squirm in my seat. I tugged at the tie that felt too tight around my neck, trying not to ogle at his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He looked delicious in a fitted crisp white shirt and pants. His shoes were so shiny I wondered if he took an extra hour to polish them. Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it.
But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat.
I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow.Fuck, his arms.His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows.
“Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.
Thank god, I wasn’t the only one.
“Is there something you want to share with the class, Matt?” I straightened up, hearing James address the guy behind me. His delicious voice sent shivers down my body, and I had to clench my thighs to suppress myself from looking at him.
“N-no, sir, just surprised to have a new teach for such a small subject.”
Uh-oh, he had a death wish.
James chuckled, and I glanced at him when he straightened to his full height, walking out from behind the desk, leaning back on it. He stretched out his long legs in front of him, addressing the class.
“Matt, what do you want to get out of graduating from Saint Helena academy?”
His answer was quick. “I want to get into an Ivy League university, get a degree, maybe get my master’s degree and get a job that makes me rich with a big house and a hot girlfriend—”
“I’ll stop you right there.” Our teacher smiled, students snickering with him. “Who else wants to get rich and live in a big house as Matt put it?”
Everyone raised their arms. Everyone except one. I rolled my eyes when he pointed out Emma.