Stephen tapped his pen on the edge of his desk, until his buddy, Chris, elbowed him to stop.

He couldn't help it. He was full of nerves tonight. Sure, it might have been just a regular evening at night school,

but after class, Stephen had every intention of pulling their teacher, Angel, aside,

and asking her on a date. It was a bold move, he had to admit, But after weeks of flirty glances and handwritten notes

in the margins of his assignments, he was feeling pretty confident that she'd say yes. And that was how

he found himself sitting at the bar across the table from the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her icy blonde

hair cascaded down to her breasts in thick waves, drawing Stephen's gaze to the soft slope

of her cleavage. Is this breaking some sort of teacher-student code of ethics?

He asked, draining the last of his beer.

Angel shrugged, she leaned over on the table, her breasts pushing together.

I don't think that applies to grown adults in night school.

She bit her lower lip, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement as she scanned Stephen's

gruffy face.

Hey, let's go back to my place.

What do you think?

He snickered.

Do you even have to ask? Grateful that they weren't going back to his

newly divorced bachelor pad, Stephen followed Angel out onto the street. They both hopped into a taxi

and took off in the direction of Angel's house. "'Wine?' said Angel, as they walked into her beautifully designed, spacious kitchen.

"'Or, beer?'

She hovered at the fridge, waiting for Stephen's answer, but none came.

Instead, he walked around the kitchen island, gently wrapped his fingers around her waist,

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