Chapter Eight

“Ms. J,” a masculine voice intruded.

She sprang back from Osten’s sensual touch to meet the highly amused gaze of Mikhail. Osten took his time in standing upright. The young black man stood in the doorway, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two adults in the room.

“Yes, Mikhail. What can I do for you?” CJ asked, praying her embarrassment would fade quickly.

The young man stepped further into the room, his dark gaze missing nothing. A smirk that seemed predisposed to be on young men’s faces filled his. “I was just checking to make sure you were coming to the game tonight? And perhaps bring along your friend.”

CJ felt her face heat up even more. “Of course I will be there. I don’t expect my students to let me down and I don’t let you down. I’ll be there.” She swallowed as she tried to ignore Osten’s scent that still filled her nose.

“Football game?” Osten asked, keeping his eyes on his sweet, sexy teacher.

“Yes. It is a serious rival school, so the game is very important to us.” CJ met his gaze and got a dry mouth from the amount of passion she witnessed swirling in his dark eyes.

“Are you coming, Petty Officer Scoleri?” Mikhail questioned, hope plain in his voice.

Osten met the inquiring gaze of the young man. “I would love to watch to a football game. Sure, I’ll go.”

A huge grin crossed Mikhail’s face. “Wonderful, you and Ms. J can go together; that way you can sit with each other.” He winked before bolting from the room with a, “See you later!” trailing after him.

Her head thumped to the desktop. “I can’t believe he saw that,” she complained.

Strong fingers lifted her chin up from the desk. “Don’t do that. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

CJ opened her eyes to find Osten millimeters away from her face. Before she could say a word or move, he kissed her. Marked her. Branded her with nothing more than the feel of two fingers on her chin and his lips against hers.

His tongue swept into her mouth; setting her body on fire as he had the last time they kissed. As she moaned and pressed closer to his seeking tongue, he released her mouth and stepped back.

CJ raised her eyes to his and saw they appeared black they were so dark. “What was that for?” she asked.

“I couldn’t help myself. Now, come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Osten took another step back from her tempting body. Every inch of his warrior’s body was primed to make love to her until neither of them could move a muscle.

Standing on limbs that were none to steady, CJ gathered her items, slipped on her jacket and followed him out the door. After double-checking to make sure it was locked, they walked out of the school in silence.

Marvin Whittle was waiting out front when they pushed through the doors and stepped out into the cold fall air. “Afternoon, Marvin,” CJ said politely.

“CJ,” he responded even as his eyes narrowed as he looked at the man beside her. “I see you are running later than usual today.”

She sent him a shaky smile. “Well, being Friday I didn’t really want to take papers home with me, so I finished grading them here. Will I see you at the game tonight?”

His eyes brightened a bit at that. “Of course. I will see you then.” He walked off with barely a nod to Osten.

“I don’t think he liked seeing me with you,” Osten observed.

“Marvin doesn’t like much,” CJ countered. She began walking to her vehicle as he fell into step beside her.

“Except you,” Osten remarked, frowning over the possessive way Marvin had looked at Chantoya. He had decided she was his woman, and no man should be looking at her like that Physical Education teacher had been.