Page 73 of Scarred

I can still taste you on my lips, and I’m nowhere near done with you.

Mr. Serious

You say the word, and I’m back to being just a dad of one of your students, but if you want more of what we just had, then I’m selfishly asking you to say yes.

The elevator doors open, and I contemplate what to say. He’s giving me an out—one I should take.

Memories of tonight resurface, and just this once, I want to be reckless.

My whole life, I’ve followed every rule. I was the perfect student…the perfect daughter.

I put in long, hard hours to become the best dancer and teacher I could, sacrificing my social life because it was the responsible thing to do.

Never breaking the rules.

Never letting myself lose control because of the consequences.

Taking a deep breath, I text back as I walk to my room.

Me

So you want me to be your booty call…

Mr. Serious

Well, when you put it that way, I sound like a dick.

I giggle at the screen and can’t believe I’m actually considering this when I know how it ends.

Me with my heart in the hands of a man who swore he would never love again.

Why can’t I just walk away?

Mr. Serious

If it makes you feel any better, I’m willing to be your booty call too. My dick is at your disposal any time you want to use it. You are in control here just as much as I am.

Well, when he puts it that way.

Having Cayden’s dick at my beck and call doesn’t seem like a bad deal.

Me

I’m in. I expect you to have your phone on you at all times when you’re not on the ice. You never know when I’ll have a sudden itch that needs to be scratched.

I change his contact name on my phone and laugh at my humor.

Mr. Booty Call has a nice ring to it.

Speak of the devil.

My phone dings as I swipe my key card and enter my room, throwing my purse on the bed as I read his text.

Mr. Booty Call

Oh, little moon. I’ll take care of every little itch of yours, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.

Mr. Booty Call