Page 53 of Their Naughty Student
When class finally dismissed a short time later, I placed my laptop in my messenger bag and pulled out my phone.Jonah was on me instantly.
“Okay, give it up, Lautner.Was it him?”
Since I’d already given him a rundown of my date with Cav—although I hadn’t actually used Cav’s name—he knew I was smiling because of a man.However, he had automatically assumed it was Edge since he had been the topic of our previous discussion.Tiffany had followed through with her plans, ganging up on me with Jonah to get as many details as she could about the club.
“Are you going out again?”he asked as we walked down the hall.
“It looks that way.”
He squealed, making me laugh.
“What?”he asked when I shot him a look.“I’m single, remember?Which means I get to live vicariously through you.And if you’re going out with a hot Dom, so am I.Where’s he taking you?”
I shrugged.“He said it was my choice.”
Jonah clapped his hands giddily.“Oooh.So many choices.”His hazel gaze locked on my face.“Where’re you going?”
“I’m not sure yet.”But I did have an idea.For whatever reason, I wanted Cav to be the first to know about it, so I played it off with Jonah.
“Damn.I’ve got to get to class,” he said on a huff before pulling me in for a hug.“You better not hold out on me tomorrow.I expect all the deets.”
“Of course.”I chuckled as we pulled apart.
With that, Jonah hurried off, and I headed for the parking lot, texting Cav as I went.
Me:Youup for something adventurous?
Cav:Mmm.I like where your mind’s headed.
Me:Rockclimbing?
Cav:You’reon.Pick you up at seven?
Me:I’llbe ready.
I was ready by seven o’clock when Cav appeared at my door wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
“You know it’s cold outside, right?”I teased as I pulled on my jacket over my yoga outfit.I’d opted for a sports bra and leggings, figuring I might as well take this opportunity to tease the man a little.After all, just seeing him was a tease for me.
His heated gaze raked over my bare midriff, remaining there until I hid it beneath my jacket.
Those devastating baby blues shot up to my face, and he grinned.“I’ve got a jacket in the truck if I need it.”
“Since I have every intention of getting you all sweaty, you might be all right,” I joked as I grabbed my keys and my phone, tucking them into my pocket.
“Sweaty, huh?”
“Yes, sir.”
His head jerked over to my face, his eyes imploring me.“What?”
He shook his head, then opened the door.
It wasn’t until we were walking to his truck that I realized what I’d said.I had called him sir, and since that was an honorific often used in BDSM, he’d taken it in a different way than I’d meant it.A trickle of heat skittered into my bloodstream.If I could make him look at me like that again, perhaps I would be calling him Sir in the future.
A few minutes later, we were in his truck and I was giving him directions to the indoor rock-climbing facility I’d gone to on a few occasions.
“You good at this?”he asked as he steered into the parking lot.
