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Peaking through the hole, I could hear the audible sigh of relief he released so I assumed Mr. Peyton was gone.
"We can’t do this again," Ty leaned against the door and tilted his head back.
I was kind of offended, even though I shouldn't have cared if we did this again. Was I that easy to walk away from? Sex with Ty was not going to be easy to forget and I was kind of hoping we would keep it up for a while. Being dismissed made me feel like I wasn't near as memorable for him.
Of course, for a guy like Tyson Black, I was probably mediocre. It wasn't like I had a ton of experience and he was probably used to being with women that did all kinds of tricks and stunts. I am a ballerina and as flexible as anyone I knew but having my knees up next to my ears, like I did last night, was about as kinky as I got.
My pride was a little hurt, but I wasn't going to let Ty see me pout about it. I definitely didn't need to give him fuel for driving me crazy.
"Next time needs to be at my place, Coach would never show up there,” Ty continued his thought.
His words popped me out of my self-pity party and I looked up at him. He was still against the door and was barely looking at me, so I was sure he didn't say that just to appease me.
After the internal pep talk I had just given myself, I should have been strong enough to say, "Nah, let’s just call it quits." But I didn't, because I didn't want to.
So instead I asked, "What about your brother?"
"He doesn't care who I have sex with," Ty scoffed and pushed himself from the door, completely missing my point. He made his way to me and once again leaned down to kiss my cheek. "I gotta go beat Coach to the complex."
"Have fun," I mumbled as I watched him leave quickly.
I stood still, exactly where I had been when Ty left, for way longer than necessary. I was just so dumbfounded over everything that had transpired that morning. Knowing Ty was definitely not boring.
Once I got a handle on everything, I threw myself into the shower and tore the dirty sheets from my bed. I didn't have to be at Brisé because there were no classes and since I was up, I settled on chores to get me through the morning.
Later, I needed to do a few things to get prepared for the following week. Like getting the police department to leave an officer outside the door of Brisé. I knew it wasn't feasible for every business but I was hoping my plea for the safety of the kids would spur them to make someone available.
If not, I was prepared to hire an off-duty officer. There was just no way I could cancel classes forever but I wasn't going to be ok with that choice until I knew we had a safety net.
The time I spent with Ty there didn't bother me, even though that was the time I was most likely to get an unwanted visitor. Ty had no business being put in danger either, but I couldn't ask an officer to stand outside while I most likely had sex.
I rolled my eyes at myself. I guess more sex with Ty was a forgone conclusion at this point, but I was not going back to his place. He shouldn't have ever been here, either. Not because of Mr. Peyton, but because of the added intimacy it created.
My phone dinged with a message and I went to check it, expecting it to be a parent or my mom.
Mr. Peyton: I stopped by this morning to invite you to the game on Sunday. It was early and I know just stopping by is rude, but I thought you would have a harder time saying no in person and it was the only time I had.
I panicked, trying to think of something to say.
Giselle: I must have been asleep.
Did I tell him I was already coming to the game? I didn't know what to do. Ty said the tickets weren't a big deal so he didn't care about me telling Mr. Peyton, right? While I was busy trying to decide, my phone dinged again.
Mr. Peyton: Tyson was limping at practice this morning but insisted he was fine. Did things go ok last night?
Yeah they were pretty good. Not sure why he was the one limping since it was my legs that were pressed to my face, but whatever. None of that was something I could reply with.
Giselle: Yes sir. He did start a slide and jump combination so maybe he is sore.
Mr. Peyton: Ah maybe. He definitely won't admit it if that’s the case.
Mr. Peyton: Can I talk you into coming Sunday?
Giselle: Actually, Mr. Black offered tickets to me and a student of mine, and his mom.
Mr. Peyton: He did what???????
Oh shit! Maybe it was a big deal. I hoped I didn't get him in trouble. Shit shit shit.
Giselle: I can cancel, it is no problem.
Mr. Peyton: No, no! Please come! Ty has never shared his tickets with anyone though, so I am just surprised. That's all.
That left me with so many questions and none of the answers were any of my business.
