Their Dirty Little Secret.

Tempted

[Abbie’s POV]

I stare in disbelief as Austin heads through the crowd that has gathered around us. As he passes, all eyes move away from him and come to rest on me, and I immediately feel a chill in the air.

“Dammit.” I grumble, hoisting my bag over my shoulder and beginning to move. “This is all his fault.”

Ignoring the glares that burn into me, I head into school and then to my first period, where I can be free if only just for a bit from the jealousy and backlash I’m certain will come my way thanks to Austin’s doing what he wants.

Letting out a grumble of annoyance, I take my seat and begin to unload my bag as someone takes a seat beside me.

Tensing, I feel a wave of disbelief flow through me as I turn to find the bastard I was cursing sitting beside me with a look of amusement on his face.

“What are you doing?” I demand so loudly that a few of my classmates turn to see what is happening. “Why are you here?” I continue more quietly so that I didn’t continue to draw attention to myself. “You aren’t in this class.”

“Window shopping my classes for next semester.” He responds easily.

Window shopping his classes. Was he trying to say that he was interested in screenwriting? Since when? Even I knew there was no way that Alpha Thompson would allow Austin or William to aspire to be anything other than the future alphas of Blue Ridge and the next CEO’s of their family business.

“Stop messing around,” I sigh, my frustration growing. “I don’t know what exactly you think you’re doing, but I’m not interested.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Austin chuckles as the bell rings, announcing that first period is starting.

Frowning, I prepare to argue with him, but stop as Professor Groves waltzes up to his podium and takes his place, drawing the class to attention.

Later, I assure myself, scooting my seat in and getting comfortable for the lesson, which I was particularly excited about. Today, we would be getting our assignments on which publishing company we would be studying for our end-of-semester presentations. Of course, I already had my eye on one in particular that I really wanted to learn the ins and outs about, but I was certain my parents wouldn’t be too thrilled with it.

Feeling a wave of frustration rush through me, I try not to think about my disapproving parents. That was part of the reason I moved out from under their noses to begin with. I was more than aware they didn’t approve of my wanting to be an author. Instead, they wanted me to become a housewife who did anything and everything her husband wanted.

“Not now.” I hiss, not wanting to add to my already bad mood. “Not now.”

“What was that?” Austin whispers as his hand comes to rest on my thigh.

Eyes widening, I look down at where it rests while disbelief and confusion rush through me. What was this? What was he even doing?

“What are you…”

“Abigail,” Professor Groves calls, drawing my attention to where he stands. “Is there a problem?”

“N-no,” I rasp while Austin’s hand squeezes my thigh. “There’s nothing. Sorry.”

Growing quiet, I wait while Professor Groves considers what I’ve said, and when he simply nods and turns his gaze back to his lesson plan, I try to shake Austin’s hand off of me, but he holds on tight.

“If you keep doing that, you’re going to draw attention.” He warns so quietly I’m not even sure if I heard him correctly. “Be a good little kitten and pay attention to your lesson.”

Biting back on my response, I am left with no other choice but to do what he says, which ends up being the wrong move as his hand starts to slide further up my leg until his large fingers are resting just beside my p***y.

Trying to keep my expression blank, I feel something in my stir due to just how close he is to touching me.

Keep it together, Abbie. I hiss inwardly as Austin’s fingers gently rub my leg. He’s just being an ass; there’s no way he would go any further, right?

Wrong. As soon as Professor Groves begins to give his lesson, Austin’s hand shifts and comes to rest on my p***y, causing my core to throb while inappropriate thoughts start to rush through my head. However, instead of absolutely hating what is happening, I actually feel inspired and even find myself wanting to reach for my journal to jot this down so I can add it to a book later.

“Am I inspiring you, naughty girl?” Austin rumbles, scooting his seat closer to me so he can block what he is doing from anyone who may be watching. “I can smell your arousal already.”

As he speaks, everything in me screams to deny what he is saying, to tell him to remove his hand, but another part of me begs for him to do more. I didn’t want him to just leave his hand there, and I hated that fact. What in the world was wrong with me?

“Do you want more?” He husks in my ear. Opening my mouth, I prepare to respond, but stop as he shakes his head. “Don’t speak,” he says, knowing damn well that it would draw attention. “Just nod yes if you want me to continue.”

N-nod, was he out of his mind? Didn’t he realize we were in the middle of a class and that we were surrounded? Was this the type of thing that he got off on? Was he into voyuerism?

It’s kind of hot though. The small voice in the back of my head announces, causing my core to throb again.

No, me! I hiss, feeling my body come alive, begging for Austin to continue so I could know what it felt like to have someone other than myself touch me.

Don’t break, Abbie! I snap, though I feel my resolve beginning to crack and crumble.

“If you do nothing, I’ll still take it as a go-ahead.” Austin warns, twitching his fingers just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me. “I’m sure someone who writes such things is certainly getting off on this.”

Actually, I was, even though I wanted to deny it, but what would happen if I let him go further?

There’s only one way to find out. The small voice in the back of my head murmurs. Just give in and consider it research.

Research. I could consider this research to make my novels more realistic, but if I opened this can of worms, wouldn’t it lead me down a darker path? I didn’t know, but I knew if I simply nodded my head right here and now, I would find out. And before I can stop myself, I'm doing just that, nodding my damned head, then biting my lip as Austin's fingers begin to move.