Here’s the thing about erections. They don’t deflate just because the rest of the body is freaking the f**k out. The school could be on fire, and the damn thing will stand tall and proud like a flagpole, drawing attention at the worst possible moment.
Thankfully, the piano sits between my flag-waving b***r and Ms. Perez.
“Am I interrupting something?” Suspicion clips her tone. “It’s after seven, and I thought…”
She thought she could follow up on all those heated looks she’s been giving me in the hall, teacher’s lounge, and staff meetings all week. She thought she could swing by on a Friday night and talk her way into my bed.
“No problem,” I say casually. Andrea Perez is a problem, one I’m prepared to resolve. “Miss Carter was just leaving.”
Noemi slips off the bench and walks away wit
