Read Online After Midnight by Chelsea James - Free Book Online Page A

times on my way to the restroom, with nary a glance at the instructor. This time, though, a voice caught my ear, and I looked to find an exquisite-looking woman leading a class of interested students through the ins and outs of building a website. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous in the usual sense, but
something about her completely drew me in, something tough and alluring. She was olive-skinned, probably Hispanic, and her black hair was cropped short, almost boyish but with a feminine twist, a studied diagonal swath across her forehead. The ends of her hair brushed across her neck, teasing me with the skin they left uncovered. She wore a black leather cuff around her wrist, a simple black tank top, and jeans. I couldn’t tell her age; maybe she was in college or, like me, in her early thirties. All I knew was that my heart beat a little faster, and suddenly I was intent on learning everything I could about HTML. I raced to the bathroom, then returned and took a seat on the side so I could stare at her without her noticing too much.
    I watched her work the room, and as words like operating system , browser , hyperlink , and search engine left her lips, I pictured those lips being put to a much better use. I shifted in my seat, afraid everyone could tell my interests were far more than technological. The woman, whose name tag said SONIA, led the class through creating a simple site, took questions, and seemed made for the stage. She didn’t talk too fast or too slow, and she altered her lesson based on what people seemed to want to know. I was half-listening—since she made the material actually interesting—and half-watching the way her jeans clung to her ass perfectly, not too tight, not too loose.
    Her breasts were on the small side, but that just made me hunger more to touch them, and I was lost in thought, imagining her naked, her rosy nipples begging to be tasted. I must have gotten more lost in my daydream than I’d imagined because all of a sudden I heard applause. The class was over. I gathered myself together, trying to think of an intelligent question that wouldn’t make me sound like a total idiot.
    I waited for everyone else to finish asking questions, then finally approached Sonia, figuring inspiration would strike me
at the moment. I fingered the pendant on my necklace, a simple amethyst stone, for good luck. “Hi,” I said, trying to hide my nervousness. “That was really great. I’ve never thought much about having my own site, but it sounded so easy during your presentation. I think I might try it.”
    â€œGreat,” Sonia replied enthusiastically. “I really think it’s one of those things anyone can do.” Her voice was husky but not too deep, sexy without even trying. She reached out and lightly touched my arm. “And if you need any help, I’m always here.”
    â€œThanks,” I told her, wracking my brain for what to say next, not wanting our conversation to end. “I’m Gina,” I said, still thinking. “I live nearby, so I’m sure you’ll see me again.”
    â€œI hope so,” she said, her voice even deeper as she said those three promising words.
    â€œListen, I hope this doesn’t sound weird,” I told her, “but if you want to get a cup of coffee sometime…” I trailed off, uncertain as ever how to approach girls who made my mouth dry and my pussy wet at the same time.
    â€œIs it really coffee you’re after, Gina?” This time her innuendo was unmistakable. Sure, I’d approached her, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t muster the courage to seal the deal.
    â€œNo, it’s not,” I said quietly. Then I just stood there, unable to get the second part of my thought out of my mouth, sure she had to know from my eyes as they darted from her to the floor to the other side of the room.
    â€œDo you want to come home