Teaching Willow: Session Three Read Online Free PDF Page A

a little lie.  This is a big fucking deal. She has gone to extreme lengths to deceive me, to trick me into being with her.  I know I’ll be furious when the shock wears off.  And when this need to confirm what I am 99% certain of is satisfied.  But right now, that need is consuming me more than anything.  Right now, all I can think about is having Willow as Willow . 
    When I park outside the Arts Center and make my way inside to the Romeo and Juliet practice, I notice that there’s a slight tremor in my hands.  Anticipation.  I’m like a starving animal that has caught the scent of blood.  I’m a predator who has spotted his prey.  Nothing can keep me from it.  I’m determined.  My vision, my focus, my drive is singular.
    Willow.  Tonight, I’m going to devour Willow.  And she’s going to let me.  This I know.  All roads have led here.  To her.  As much as I’ve tried to fight it, this was inevitable.  She was inevitable.
    I yank open the door and walk inside.  I glance briefly at the stage as I make my way to Greg Hildenbrand, an old college friend/acquaintance as well as the play director for this production of Romeo and Juliet. 
    I’m glad when I see two students approach him and the three of them bend their heads together and fall into a deep discussion.  He’s not the person I’m here to see.  Now I don’t have to pretend otherwise. 
    I hook my thumbs into my front pockets and walk casually by, heading for the stage.  I nod and smile as I pass a few familiar faces, but I don’t linger.  My attention is still squarely concentrated on finding Willow.  And I’m almost certain I will.  The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that the only reason she wasn’t in class was because of our kiss last week and my subsequent rejection of her. 
    My suspicion is confirmed when I spot Willow.  She’s handing a hat to another student.  Her arm isn’t immobilized anymore and she seems fine.
    My pulse speeds up.  If I were truly a predator, I would be salivating.  Actually, I am.  Just thinking about tasting her this way—with no disguises, no apologies, no tricks or lies or misdirection—causes warm liquid to pool on my tongue.
    I wait for her to finish speaking to the young girl to whom she was handing off the hat.  As she turns to go back to wherever she was going, her eyes sweep past me and then zoom back, clicking to a stop on my face. I see her cheeks bloom with color which does nothing to calm the raging beast inside me.
    She looks left and right before she approaches me.  She moves slowly. I doubt it’s related to her accident. I think it’s related to me.  Just me.
    “Willow,” I say with a nod when she stops in front of me.
    “Mr. Daniels,” she replies meekly.  “What are you doing here?”
    “I had a question for Mr. Hildenbrand, but now that I’ve run into you, I’d like to get your opinion on something.  Would you mind stopping by the classroom before you leave tonight?”
    “ Your classroom?”
    “Yes.”
    I see a mixture of panic, suspicion and curiosity shining from within her gaze.  I hold back a smile.  I want her to feel the pressure, feel the fear of being found out.  At least for a little while. It’s only fair after what she’s done.
    “Su-sure,” she bumbles.  “Just give me a few minutes to finish up here and I’ll come right over.”
    “Take your time,” I tell her, wondering what will be going through her mind during the minutes before she comes to meet me.  I seriously doubt it will be anything close to what will be going through mine.
    With a polite smile, I turn and walk away. I can feel her eyes boring into my back.  Maybe even feel them drift down to my ass.  I hope she’s remembering what I look like naked, even though she’s not supposed to know.  Only her sister is. 
    “But you’re one and the same, aren’t, wicked little Willow?” I say to the dark, empty hallway as I make my way out of the