Free Her Teacher's Temptation by Alexandra Vos

table.
     
    When they'd
finished their meals, I was half curious and half reluctant to go to their
table. I was pretty interested in their relationship, to be honest. From what
I'd seen of Jemma, which wasn't a lot, she didn't really seem like Ollie's cup
of tea. I'd gotten more information from his friends when we were in town that
they all thought she was pretty bitchy.
     
    I was probably
just going along with that opinion because it made me feel better, though.
     
    “Would you like
any desserts?” I inquired as professionally as I could whilst stacking their
empty plates on top of each other. It was kind of comical to be doing this to
Ollie, but I didn't really have a choice.
     
    “Two chocolate
mousses,” Jemma stated, not looking up from her menu.
     
    I would have
teased Ollie for his good choice if Jemma hadn't been there. “Coming right up.”
     
    “Girl.” I had
to really bite my tongue on a sarcastic comment when Jemma called me back with
the derogatory term. I was wearing a name tag. “Can we also have a cappuccino?”
     
    “Of course.” I
was sure the bitterness in my voice was obvious this time, but Jemma didn't
appear to pick up on it. Ollie was skilfully avoiding my gaze.
     
    She leant
forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Just nipping to the ladies’.”
     
    Ollie ran an
apologetic hand through his hair when Jemma was out of earshot. “Sorry.”
     
    I shrugged.
“It's fine. You'd be surprised how often it happens.” Which was true. Working
in a fancy restaurant meant that stuck up guests were a frequent occurrence.
The only reason this annoyed me in particular was that someone like her
definitely didn't deserve to be going out with Mr. Wright.
     
    “Yeah, but,” he
shook his head. “Never mind, I guess.”
     
    I gave him a
small smile. “My dad went back to Dubai, by the way.” I doubted he'd even
thought about the incident with my dad since it had happened, but I thought it
was worth letting him know in the rare case that it had been bugging him.
     
    Ollie raised a
slightly surprised eyebrow. “He got over it, then?”
     
    I shrugged. “I
think he probably just had to go back to work,” I admitted. “I don't really
care. I'll be at uni by the time he next comes back probably.” He'd left
without speaking to me again, which I was somewhat grateful for. He had managed
to not cause too much trouble for my mum and I despite his attempts to.
     
    "I'm glad,
anyway," Ollie replied. "He seemed like a complete arsehole."
     
    I chuckled.
"It's weird hearing teachers swear. Though I guess you still don't really
seem like my teacher."
     
    Mr. Wright
grinned. “Yeah, trust me, I know what you mean.”
     
    I noticed that
Jemma was coming back then and repressed the urge to scowl. I was supposed to
retain a certain amount of professionalism. “Well, I'll see you tomorrow.” My
arms were starting to hurt from carrying the plates, anyway.
     
    “Right,” Ollie
agreed, sounding almost wary. “This weekend is going to be fun.”
     
    I rolled my
eyes. “Try not to sound too enthusiastic,” was my last comment before Jemma
returned and I set my face back into a mask of indifference.
     
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    “You're only
going for a night,” my mum said sceptically as I rolled my small suitcase out
towards Ollie's car.
     
    “I have a
different outfit for my reading, and I brought some homework to do,” I
explained, conveniently failing to mention the vodka and coke, going out
clothes and shoes I'd stuffed into the cramped bag. Even if Ollie wasn't going
to have fun with me, I'd heard how good the nightlife in Newcastle was and I
really wanted to see if the rumours were true.
     
    Ollie also
raised an eyebrow at my bag, but I ignored him. “Good luck honey.” She gave me
a quick hug and I gave my dog an affectionate scratch as he pottered around the
front garden, hoping that he was about to be taken on a walk. “I'm sure you'll
do really