Chapter 5

“Sorry,” I mimicked.

“Very sorry.”

“Turn around and face me.”

She did and looked every inch as sexy as I knew she would with her shirt allowing me a nice view of the red satin G-string covering her mound.

“Your excuse?”

“I don’t have one.”

“What?” I exploded. “I certainly hope your intention wasn’t to allow the boys from the football team to see you parading around almost naked beneath that skirt. What if you had been called to practice and you fronted up like that? What sort of reputation does that give our school?”

“Oh, Miss, please. I most certainly do not allow those disgusting boys to ever see any part of me.”

“I am supposed to believe that?”

“Yes, I don’t like boys at all.”

“Then why would you be wearing something that could only be classed as an object for titillation purposes on school grounds?”