Free Make Me Bad: Private Lessons by W.H. Vega Page B

“I’m really
wrestling with this.”
    She stands up, and comes to me, moving between my legs and
placing her hands on my shoulders.
    “Why?” She gazes at me innocently, but I can feel her
intention is anything but.
    “Madison,” I say sternly, “back away. Anyone could walk by
and see us through the window.”
    “So?” She leans down, and grazes her hand across my crotch.
    I jump up as if I’ve been burned. “Damn it! That’s enough!”
    Hurt crosses her face, but it’s quickly replaced by anger.
    “Yes.” she agrees. She stalks over to her guitar and puts it
away before gathering her bag. “I think that will be enough for today.”
    “I’m the teacher.” I growl, “I think I’ll make that
decision.”
    “Well, I just made it for you.” she snaps, before stomping
out of the room.
    I stare after her in shock.
    Did she really just do that?
    “How fucking immature.” I mutter, angrily gathering my
things. I can’t believe that she just left in the middle of her damn lesson
after coming on to me. Did she not recall anything we discussed over the
weekend? How our involvement could threaten both of our careers? And honestly,
it would be worse for her than me! Not only has her career barely started, but
she comes from a famous background.
    This is exactly why I shouldn’t be getting involved with
someone so young.
    I fume as I exit campus, and all the way home on the Metro.
I stop at a small shop on the way home to grab a few things; still angry by the
time I reach my apartment.
    I’m practically at my door before I notice Madison sitting
on the floor in my hallway. It looks like she’s been crying.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispers, standing. “That was childish. I
shouldn’t have acted that way.”
    I feel my anger melt seeing her vulnerable and teary.
    “It’s okay. I’m sure this isn’t easy for you either.”
    She shakes her head. “But we were at school. I knew better.
I shouldn’t have acted that way and I shouldn’t have been so insecure. I know
that we have to be completely professional in public.”
    I nod.
    Damn. She looks so beautiful standing here outside my
apartment.
    “Why did you come here?” I ask, my voice husky.
    “To apologize.”
    “Nothing else?”
    “No. I swear.”
    And I believe her. Which makes me want her more. I grab my keys,
jam them in the lock to unlock the door, and then I grab her and push her
inside as I kiss her.
    She yelps with surprise. I kick my guitar inside, and Madison
quickly catches on, kissing me back as I kick the door closed.
    I push her up against the back of the door, knotting my
hands in her hair, and rubbing my knee up against her sex.
    “Luc.” she moans.
    I love hearing her need for me and I take her against the
door, hard and rough, to which she responds vigorously.
     

Chapter Twelve

Luc
     
     
    We fuck for about fifteen minutes. After we're both spent, I
put her down, we walk over to sit at my kitchen table and I pour us two glasses
of water.
    “I should go.” she says awkwardly, “That really wasn’t why I
came here. I really did come to apologize.”
    “Didn’t you like it?” I tease.
    “I loved it,” she whispers, “but I don’t want to come across
as manipulative.”
    I laugh out loud. “Trust me, I know manipulative women, and
you are certainly not one of them.”
    “Well, I could be.” she says defensively.
    I laugh again. “Tell me. What are you telling your parents
you’re doing while in Paris?” I’m not quite ready for her to leave yet so I
figure I will keep her talking.
    She looks down at the floor. “Well, I’ve kind of been
avoiding talking to them.”
    This makes me smile. “Really? And why is that?”
    She rolls her eyes and motions to my apartment. “How do I
explain this?”
    “Good point. Were they happy you came to Paris?”
    “They came around. They weren’t too crazy about the idea
initially. I didn’t grow up as one of those rich kids who didn’t have any
supervision. I was always