BE MY TEACHER, DADDY

The next evening, while Holly was gearing herself for a night on the couch, her phone rang. *Not again*, she thought and went to pick it up.

“No, no, I’m not going clubbing again,” she said into the phone, assuming it was Chantelle asking her to go out again. Knowing Chantelle, that was exactly the kind of thing she’d do.

“Oh, I agree, I’m definitely not in the mood to go to a club. Once this month was definitely enough.” The voice on the other end was definitely not Chantelle’s. The deep male voice was unmistakable.

“Aaron?” she asked, thankful that he couldn’t see how nervous...