He grunts, lowering a hand to his groin to adjust himself. I chuckle at the pained look on his face before grabbing my bag and locking my car.
“That’s more like it,” I tease, licking my lips. “Remember to act annoyed and moody. Shouldn’t be too hard, though.” I wink, looking down at the bulge below his waist, then pat him on the cheek.
“You’re playing with fire, woman,” he warns, his voice low and gravelly, the very combination that soaks my panties anytime he speaks like that. He smacks my ass before walking toward the employee entrance.
“Guess I better stock up on burn cream,” I mock, walking ahead of him, so we don’t walk in together.
Once I’m at my locker, I grab a couple of pieces of licorice out of my bag and stuff the rest of my things inside. Evan went to report to Dr. Umbridge
