Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
My teeth grind together so hard I’m shocked I don’t crack a tooth. “And you think it’s appropriate to shout cat-calls at her during practice?” I bark, thoroughly enjoying the way he pales.
“It was only a joke—” he tries to argue.
At the same time, Iris says, “It’s okay, Coach.”
I glance at her. “No, it’s not okay,” I snap, furious. How fucking dare he speak to my girl like that? “How would the Dean feel about your inappropriate behavior interrupting the valuable training time of a student here on scholarship, Jake? Because I don’t think he’d take it kindly.”
“Coach—” Jake tries to backtrack, but I don’t let him.
“You’re fucking lucky I don’t drag your sorry ass up to his office and get you expelled for this bullshit!” I growl at him, meaning every word.
“Please, don’t. I didn’t mean it!” he argues, clearly rattled by my threats.
The soccer team and Jake’s friends are all gaping at me, but I don’t give a single fuck if they think I’m overreacting. I won’t stand for this.
“Apologize,” I demand.
“I’m sorry, sir—”
“Not to me, you imbecile,” I yell, utterly disgusted with him. “To her!”
“I’m sorry, Iris,” Jake babbles, hands in the air in surrender. “I didn’t mean to upset anyone.”
“It’s alright,” Iris murmurs in response, her voice a little breathy. My cock twitches in response.
“You’re a track runner, right?” I ask Jake, still glaring at him. The guy nods. “Then prove it and fuck off fast before I change my mind.”
Jake does just that, turning and sprinting away until he’s just a blob in the distance.
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to swear at students, Coach,” Iris pipes up, easing the tension and making the team laugh. I let her attitude slide only because it makes the team relax a little.
“Alright, that’s enough for today,” I say to the team, trying to keep my residual anger from my voice. “Well done, I’m impressed with what I’ve seen so far, though we’ve got a long way to go if you want to get to the championships. For now, go get cleaned up and make sure you ice any bruising!”
The team breaks up, heading to the locker rooms, but I catch Iris’ gaze before she can follow her teammates.
“I’d like to see you in my office,” I say as professionally as I can, “after you’re dressed.” Really, I’d like to see her undressed in my office, but it’s not like I can say that.
Iris pauses, waiting until there’s enough distance between us and the team that we won’t be overheard. “I’m going to go get all this mud washed off,” she declares, gesturing to the dirt swiped over her legs from training. “And then you can meet me out front instead.”
I blink, a smirk tugging at my lips at her attitude. God, I love the way she challenges me. I want to put her over my knee for it, turn her pretty ass red under my palm. “Fine, I’ll play your game,” I tell her with a shrug, wanting to see where she’s going with this.
She grins wide, then turns and jogs towards the locker room. I make quick work of locking up my office and head to the front of the building. It’s quiet out here since it’s not the end of the day yet, but I’ll catch up on the paperwork I need to do tomorrow. The temptation of more time with Iris is too much to resist.
Minutes later, she joins me, dressed and smelling of flowery soap. I want to inhale her like air.
“If you want me, you’re going to have to admit it and take me out properly,” she announces, laying down the law.
I can’t help but chuckle at that. She’s right, I do want her. More than I have the words for. “Fine, little brat,” I concede, stepping closer to her after checking there’s no one else around to see. “Do you enjoy testing me?”
Her eyes shine again. “You’re right,” she teases. “I am a brat, and teasing you might be my new favorite hobby.”
I shake my head at her. Still, she must be hungry after practice, and the possessive part of me needs to take care of her, to ensure she has everything she wants and needs. As much as I want to fuck her until she’s screaming, I can’t do that if she hasn’t eaten. She’ll need the energy.
“Come on then, brat,” I murmur, nodding toward my car. “Let’s get dinner.”
I take her to the next town over, neither of us ready to risk being recognized. The star soccer player and the new coach out to dinner alone? Yeah, that would raise some questions.
Iris chooses a cozy bar and restaurant, and soon we’re sitting in a corner booth with drinks and food between us. I grin as Iris takes a huge bite of her burger, my cock hardening as she moans in delight. Fuck, I could watch her eat all night if she keeps making those noises.