Chapter 3

I turned to leave then before I knew what was happening I was up against the wall, her tight hard body holding me there. I gasped as I felt her cup me over my pants and my body was too shocked to react and push her away, instead  my breathing increased and I flooded.

‘You’re not worth me time…Teacher,’ she growled before leaving me with her intoxicating scent hanging in the air. When my brain started to function I got angry, very angry.

‘Who the fuck does she think she is?’ I yelled into the empty class room and kicked the trash can accross the floor. No fucking way was I going to let her get away with that. With touching me like that. I grabbed my jacket, leaving the papers on the desk as I just wasn’t in the mood.

I headed straight out into the parking lot and to my bike, I’d stopped in the teachers lounge to change into my leathers and I just needed to head to the coastal road to let off some steam, once I had left the campus I opened the throttle on my Ducati and let her rip. I headed out into the hills above the city and as the road sped under me  I tried to calm my thoughts but all I could think was ‘How fucking dare she?’

I know what you’re thinking, that’s sexual harassment right? All that naughty touching?? Yes, well I don’t think the board would take it too seriously as I had a reputation around campus and had even had that one pulled on me before, a harassment suit that is, except for the girl had basically been stalking me, I’d never fucked her she just didn’t make the grade. But ‘Ashley Fucking Davies’ was mistaken if she thought she was going to get away with what she pulled today, I roared along the winding roads but ultimately I was headed home. I needed a shower and then a fuck to take my mind off things. About 30 minutes later I pulled up outside a small house tucked against the hills, it wasn’t glamourous but it was home, I drove my bike into the garage and parked it next to the others that were there and the Merc I used when I was feeling less bad-ass.