smiled.
He turned and walked away. His jeans hung low on his hips and I felt a flutter as I watched the muscles in his back move as he walked.
I sighed and walked through to the living room, where the piano was by the balcony doors.
As I arranged the music sheets I had brought with me, I heard him coming back, "Are you ready for–"
A girl with dark shoulder length hair walked out wearing nothing but one of Scott's shirts.
She was beautiful in a sickly kind of way. I felt an ache in my gut as I thought about both their states of undress. Had I interrupted something? Jealousy reared it's unwelcome head but I had no right to feel that way so I pushed it away and smiled.
She perched on the edge of the couch, crossed her legs and smiled tightly, "So, you're the piano teacher?" she looked me up and down.
I didn't like her. "Yes, I'm Emma,” I smiled. It was so forced but points for trying.
She reached up to play with her hair. "Scott's just getting some clothes on. He must've forgotten that you were coming over. We woke up late and spent the morning in bed," she said with a sly smile.
She wanted me to know what they had been doing. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to picture Scott with anyone. I kept telling myself I didn't care but I did.
Fucking slut! "How nice for you,” I said sweetly in my posh voice.
"Yeah, it's always the same with us.” She smiled dreamily.
I started to laugh but covered well with a cough. I didn't say anything, I didn't call her a liar. I knew that she had only just met Scott last night. Let her have her fantasy, I've had enough about him.
I had a visual of them in his bed, him lying above her, rocking into her gently...
I shook myself. I needed to stop it. I had told Scott weeks ago to stop so I had no right to think that way about him and I wouldn't — soon. Things would just slip into place and he would be more like a big brother than…
Scott walked into the room and the room shrank before my eyes. He put his arm around the girl but his attention was on me. “Hot cocoa?"
"No thanks, I just had one at lunch with Ad," I smiled.
His smile or gaze didn't falter. "Okay," he looked at the girl and kissed her.
I turned around and pretended to rearrange the music sheets. I didn't like seeing him kiss her at all. I didn't know why I had to feel that way. After all, I had blown him out, not the other way around. I could do this. I just had to ignore it and pretend it didn't bother me. I was a good actress, I had been acting most of my life, I think I could handle myself now. My back stiffened slightly as I became more hopeful. I mean, I would be here two hours tops and once our lesson started it would be fine.
"Get dressed and go now," I heard Scott say.
"Okay, I'll come back later," she replied.
"Sorry, babe, I'm playing later."
"Well, I'll meet you there when you get off then."
Oh dear, this is where it got ugly.
"Just leave me your fuckin' number and I'll call you when it's a good time."
"I'm not a slut, Scott. I thought we connected.” She said quietly.
Yeah, they had connected okay. Maybe if she wanted him to respect her she shouldn't have opened her legs after only hours of meeting.
"We did, baby," he crooned. "I'll call you, just leave your number."
I felt sorry for her a tiny bit. Perhaps she really liked him but then I thought about it. Nah, she only just met him.
Five minutes later, Scott kissed her goodbye at the door with her number on a piece of paper in his hand.
As soon as he closed the door he balled it up and threw it in the bin. He was amazing. How did he get away with treating girls that way?
He stalked toward me with an easy grin on his face, "Now, I'm rea {"No thady."
We spent an hour and a half practising, going over songs that I had assigned him to learn. I picked out his mistakes, which were very few, and corrected them.
“You want a drink now?” he asked after we were done and I nodded.
While he was gone I let my
He turned and walked away. His jeans hung low on his hips and I felt a flutter as I watched the muscles in his back move as he walked.
I sighed and walked through to the living room, where the piano was by the balcony doors.
As I arranged the music sheets I had brought with me, I heard him coming back, "Are you ready for–"
A girl with dark shoulder length hair walked out wearing nothing but one of Scott's shirts.
She was beautiful in a sickly kind of way. I felt an ache in my gut as I thought about both their states of undress. Had I interrupted something? Jealousy reared it's unwelcome head but I had no right to feel that way so I pushed it away and smiled.
She perched on the edge of the couch, crossed her legs and smiled tightly, "So, you're the piano teacher?" she looked me up and down.
I didn't like her. "Yes, I'm Emma,” I smiled. It was so forced but points for trying.
She reached up to play with her hair. "Scott's just getting some clothes on. He must've forgotten that you were coming over. We woke up late and spent the morning in bed," she said with a sly smile.
She wanted me to know what they had been doing. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to picture Scott with anyone. I kept telling myself I didn't care but I did.
Fucking slut! "How nice for you,” I said sweetly in my posh voice.
"Yeah, it's always the same with us.” She smiled dreamily.
I started to laugh but covered well with a cough. I didn't say anything, I didn't call her a liar. I knew that she had only just met Scott last night. Let her have her fantasy, I've had enough about him.
I had a visual of them in his bed, him lying above her, rocking into her gently...
I shook myself. I needed to stop it. I had told Scott weeks ago to stop so I had no right to think that way about him and I wouldn't — soon. Things would just slip into place and he would be more like a big brother than…
Scott walked into the room and the room shrank before my eyes. He put his arm around the girl but his attention was on me. “Hot cocoa?"
"No thanks, I just had one at lunch with Ad," I smiled.
His smile or gaze didn't falter. "Okay," he looked at the girl and kissed her.
I turned around and pretended to rearrange the music sheets. I didn't like seeing him kiss her at all. I didn't know why I had to feel that way. After all, I had blown him out, not the other way around. I could do this. I just had to ignore it and pretend it didn't bother me. I was a good actress, I had been acting most of my life, I think I could handle myself now. My back stiffened slightly as I became more hopeful. I mean, I would be here two hours tops and once our lesson started it would be fine.
"Get dressed and go now," I heard Scott say.
"Okay, I'll come back later," she replied.
"Sorry, babe, I'm playing later."
"Well, I'll meet you there when you get off then."
Oh dear, this is where it got ugly.
"Just leave me your fuckin' number and I'll call you when it's a good time."
"I'm not a slut, Scott. I thought we connected.” She said quietly.
Yeah, they had connected okay. Maybe if she wanted him to respect her she shouldn't have opened her legs after only hours of meeting.
"We did, baby," he crooned. "I'll call you, just leave your number."
I felt sorry for her a tiny bit. Perhaps she really liked him but then I thought about it. Nah, she only just met him.
Five minutes later, Scott kissed her goodbye at the door with her number on a piece of paper in his hand.
As soon as he closed the door he balled it up and threw it in the bin. He was amazing. How did he get away with treating girls that way?
He stalked toward me with an easy grin on his face, "Now, I'm rea {"No thady."
We spent an hour and a half practising, going over songs that I had assigned him to learn. I picked out his mistakes, which were very few, and corrected them.
“You want a drink now?” he asked after we were done and I nodded.
While he was gone I let my
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