by Gigi Thorne
Teacher’s Pet
A Teacher & Student Romance
Gigi Thorne
Copyright © 2018 by Gigi Thorne
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Contents
Teacher’s Pet
1. Coco
2. Theo
3. Coco
4. Theo
5. Coco
6. Theo
7. Coco
8. Coco
9. Theo
10. Theo
11. Coco
12. Theo
13. Coco
14. Theo
Epilogue
Who is Gigi
Also by Gigi
Teacher’s Pet
She's a walking felony, and I should know better.
Hot as hell. Forbidden. Barely legal. My best friend's daughter. And my student.
These are all the reasons I shouldn't look at Coco Garber twice.
Coco's the perfect mix of innocent and sexy, and now I've found out she runs a blog called Teacher's Pet where she tells her readers all about her inappropriate crush. And guess what... the teacher in question is me.
Now the little minx is making passes at me, both as the online stranger who wants to f*ck her into submission and her totally off-limits English teacher. Coco has no idea I'm both of the guys she's crushing on. What am I going to do?
What I shouldn't do is act on it. Tell her to put a blindfold on and call me Daddy. Bend her over my desk at school and spank her. Order her to stop acting out, because now, she belongs to me.
But I never was good at following the rules...
Teacher's Pet is a steamy novella about a hot teacher and his best friend's daughter who just happens to be in his class. If you like dirty talking, dominant older men and feisty virgins, you've found your perfect read. Written by USA Today bestselling author Isabella Starling.
Dedication
If you ever lusted after someone completely inappropriate, this one’s for you…
Xoxo Isabella Starling writing as Gigi Thorne
P.S. You can view the playlist for this book on Spotify.
1
Coco
The summer I turned eighteen, I was a bad girl in the body of an innocent virgin. I'd never had sex, had barely even been kissed, but armed with brand new confidence and my newly sprung 36DD boobs, I was surer of myself than I'd ever been.
All my life, I'd been a bit of a nerd. I loved Harry Potter and geeked out over old movies. I devoured fan fiction and could quote Lord of the Rings no problem. But put a cute boy in my way and I was a nervous, shy and blubbering wreck.
I sure as hell didn't stand a chance around girls like Vanessa Garber. She was my stepmother, who was so perfect it almost gave me eye strain to look at her. Butt-length blonde hair with a perfect mix of highlights and lowlights, a body nipped in at the waist and a wardrobe that cost tens of thousands of dollars... Ten years younger than my dad and only eight years older than yours truly.
And then there was me. Poor little geek girl, with black roots and a botched experiment when I'd tried to go blonde - trust me, not a good idea - alternative clothes and my Doc Martens. I didn't fit in with Vanessa’s crowd, I didn't fit in with anyone. That automatically made me a threat, because people didn't understand me. And because I was something of an ugly duckling, nobody even tried to break past my barriers... Until that summer.
I also had a secret crush I didn’t like thinking about, because it was doomed to fail from the start.
My dad had a mentorship program at work, and he sponsored young, smart workaholics to further their careers. He was especially close with a mentee from a couple of years ago, a young man named Theo Millay. Theo was the English teacher at my school, and he was also unbelievably handsome. Of course, he only saw me as a little girl. But not for much longer.
My boobs grew, my tummy shrank, and somehow, I turned into a woman over the course of my senior year. With just a few weeks left before high school graduation, I was more than ready to move on in the world. I'd gotten accepted into the university I'd wanted to go to, and I was ecstatic. Only a few weeks of boring, yawn-inducing high school until my life could really begin.
"Coco!"
Stepmother dearest called me from downstairs and I sighed, sent off the message to my best friend Derek, and rolled over on the bed. I needed to check on my hair first.
"Coming!" I called out, giving myself a quick once-over in the full-length mirror next to my bed.
I looked different than the girls in my class. Because we lived in the OC, I was used to a cookie-cutter type of beauty. Girls that looked like copy-pasted versions of one another, all of them wearing the same brands and the same clothing, just in different colors, but always in the same size, as if that were the only thing acceptable around here. But I was tired of it.
My failed experiment to turn my dark brown hair blonde was getting a re-do that day. I'd bought pink dye for my hair, and I knew my stepmom was going to blow a gasket when she saw me with the new style. But I was eighteen now, I could make my own choices.
I unwrapped the towel on my head and my tresses fell to my shoulders in pretty pastel pink strands. I giggled at my own reflection, loving what I saw. It was so cute and matched my grungy band tee and pink leather mini skirt perfectly.
There was a spring in my step as I walked down the stairs toward our family room, and when Vanessaana saw me, I swear to God she shrieked.
"What the HELL have you done?" she demanded, letting go of the floral arrangement she was busying herself with before our guests arrived. "What have you done to your hair?"
"It looks amazing, doesn't it?" I gushed. "I thought I'd try out a new color."
"PINK?!" Vanessa screamed. "You couldn't have gone for a nice brown or blonde?"
"I'm glad you like it." I grinned at her, kissing her cheek just as the doorbell rang. "Oh, I'll get that!"
She stopped shouting obscenities as I practically skipped to the front door, opening it with a big smile plastered on my face.
The second I saw the person on the doorstep, my smile shrank, and I managed to nervously stumble back into the house, opening the door for him.
"Hello, Coco," Mr. Millay growled in that delicious voice of his. "Nice hair."
God, just the sound of his voice made me melt. I'd always been such a sucker for Theo Millay.
"Thank you, Mr. Millay," I said with a forced smile.
"Like I said a thousand times," he grinned at me, "you can call me Theo now. The school year's almost over."
"Because that's not awkward at all." I laughed. "Calling your English teacher by his name."
"Only three weeks left of the school year." He winked at me. "Besides, I've known you since you moved here. Your dad's my best friend."
I tried to reply but Vanessa rushed in the next second, fussing over Mr. Millay and shooting me dirty looks over her shoulder as she led him away.
"Wash that off!" she mouthed at me, and I giggled.
"No comprende," I told her with a toothy grin, then ran off to my room before she got a chance to reply.
Mr. Millay was still on my mind as I sat down in front of my laptop and opened it back up. The fact that he was around that day would be perfect...
I may have been your average outcast teenager, but I also had a dirty little secret that set me apart from the rest.
Since I'd turned eighteen a few months ago, I'd started a little blog online. But as opposed to the girls my age who posted artsy-fartsy pictures of their lattes and obnoxious, overly-filtere
d selfies, I stuck to one art form that never got old.
Nudes.
Ever since I'd decided to love my own body, I thought it was quite the shame that nobody else got to see it. I wasn't dating... But I could get all the attention I'd ever wanted in my favorite place in the world - online.
It started off innocently, with a picture of me naked, all the good bits covered up and a rainbow falling on my skin through the window. I posted it, and it pretty much exploded overnight.
Suddenly I was internet famous, and yet nobody knew who I was. But my new platform meant my confidence exploded. I was someone now. After eighteen years of trying to fit in, I finally realized I'd always been meant to stand out. And I was loving it.
Here's where Mr. Millay came in...
I might've gone a little carried away in my blog posts. I might've mentioned that I had a massive crush on my Dad's best friend... And I might've also slipped in that he was my teacher. So now I had over 100,000 followers waiting to hear on my progress with the guy. They all agreed on one thing - I had to convince him to pop my cherry. It was basically meant to be.
But Mr. Millay had never even looked at me like that. Not in class, not in our home, or any other time I saw him. He seemed to see me as nothing but his buddy's kid, and that bothered me. Luckily, I was armed with a plan - and a new bikini that would make his eyes pop out.
I changed from my outfit into the all-white bikini, and watched my nipples hardening against the fabric. God, if this wasn't going to change Theo's mind, nothing would. And I'd promised my followers I would try...
I took a deep breath and checked myself out in the mirror one last time, muttering under my breath, "Here goes nothing."
I threw on a pink kimono to match my brand new pink hair, and walked downstairs, making sure to avoid my stepmother’s voice in the kitchen. The last thing I needed was another stern-talking to from her... But I knew she was leaving soon, she had a manicure appointment. That meant it would only be Mr. Millay and me... until my dad came back home.
I swallowed thickly as I listened to Vanessa say goodbye to Theo, then walked through the family room and out onto the veranda. The pool looked inviting, and the day was hot and sweltering. I slipped my kimono off, leaving it on the lounger, then wondered whether I was really brave enough to do this.
I had to. I had to prove to myself that I was ready.
I untied my bikini top and tossed it down on the lounger as well. Then I lay on the chaise and let the sun kiss my skin.
I was waiting with bated breath. The seconds ticked by excruciatingly slowly, and I was so desperate I kept peeking through my lashes to see whether he'd noticed me yet.
But Mr. Millay was nowhere to be seen.
After a couple of minutes, I started to get upset. I pushed myself to my elbows and examined the house, which seemed still and quiet. Had he left? Was all of this in vain?
With a huff, I got off the lounger, put my hair in a bun and got in the pool. At least it was cooling me off a little... I'd gotten all hot and bothered picturing Theo's reaction to my lack of an outfit.
I swam a couple of lengths and then lay on my back in the water, enjoying the warm sunshine.
Just as I'd finally relaxed, I heard a loud splash, and my eyes popped open, panic settling in as I noticed somebody else in the pool.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was really happening.
He'd jumped in, but now he was swimming toward me, and I stood on my tiptoes in the shallow end, waiting for Theo to reach me.
In the pool, he looked hotter than ever. He must've been about ten years younger than my dad, and they couldn't have looked more different. Dad was... well, a dad, and Mr. Millay looked like a freaking Instagram model with his light stubble, dark floppy hair and his perfectly tailored suits. He was so handsome all the girls in school had crushes on him, but he was always professional, and had barely spoken to me since I'd started high school.
And suddenly he was in front of me, my boobs peeking out from the water as I folded my arms in front of my body.
He grinned at me, stood up and ran a hand through his wet hair. If that sight wasn't enough to make me swoon, I risked a look at his abs - and they were perfectly ripped. Of-freaking-course it was.
"Coco," he said with a shit-eating grin. "Shouldn't you be wearing more clothes?"
"It's-it's my house," I managed to get out, and he laughed in my face.
"Still," he said darkly, advancing on me as I backed away until my butt hit the edge of the pool. "You might give someone the wrong idea, you know."
"Like who?" I asked. "You?"
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. He never looked below my face though, his gaze alternating between my eyes and my lips.
"Any man with a working dick," he said, and my breath hitched when he said the dirty word. "Go on, get."
"Get?" I repeated incredulously, my hands falling away from my body. "You're just telling me to go?"
Fucking finally his eyes went lower, and I blushed gratuitously as he drank my body in.
"Yeah," he muttered, his eyes fixated on my nipples underwater. "Fuck. Go."
"Fine," I purred, turning around to climb out of the pool and offering him a perfect view of my butt.
I could feel him staring, and just as I was about to leave, I looked at him over my shoulder with a bright smile and my tits exposed.
"Your loss, Mr. Millay," I purred, then ran off with my heart pounding as I felt his hot gaze trailing me.
But was it really his loss?
My pussy was begging for some attention, and if Mr. Millay wasn't going to give me what I wanted, I was more than capable of getting validation elsewhere. My mind was racing as I picked up my phone and snapped some photos of my wet body.
That would show him...
2
Theo
The day I saw Coco Garber's tits, I knew I was a fucking goner.
For the past few years, I'd been successful in warding off her charms. She had this geeky, cute nerdiness about her that made my dick rock hard, but she was too young and too innocent. Then, over the course of her senior year and while she sat at a desk in front of me, I watched her blossom. I watched those perky little tits grow until they stretched the buttons on her school uniform blouse uncomfortably. I watched her keep pushing her little chin forward until she had the perfect pout down. I watched her uncross and cross her legs enough times to memorize the movements, to remember the peek I'd gotten at her little pink panties.
Fuck me, I should've known this was going to happen. It was such a fucking cliché, just as the rest of my life had been.
I was from a working class family. If I hadn't found my mentor, Coco's father, I never would have made it out of the hellhole that was my hometown. I met Patrick through work, and because I was a bit of a workaholic, and a full-on enigma, I managed to catch Patrick's attention. For the next ten years of my life, the man opened every single door in my life. Because of him, I'd gotten my job, because of him, I knew all the right people, and because of him, I'd met my wife.
Well, ex-wife as of the next few days, I suppose. I was getting rid of Pamela once and for all, and I didn't give a shit about what it had cost me. As long as her lying, cheating ass wasn't in the bed next to me, I was good.
And now, as if I was playing a part in some cheesy movie, I was getting hard for my mentor's daughter. I should have known it would've happened. That little pert ass and her fucking snarky remarks would get any man in trouble.
The pink hair suited her. I liked that she wasn't a blonde like half the population of the country. She was unique. Pretty. Funny. Sexy as hell. And so fucking off-limits... I needed to get my head out of the gutter.
I tore my eyes off her long, shapely legs, and cleared my throat before staring blankly at the paper I was supposed to be grading. The class was taking a pop quiz, and I forced myself to sit through the next ten minutes with my eyes firmly glued to the desk. Once the students were done, I collec
ted the papers, leaving Coco's desk for last. She didn't acknowledge me, though. And she wasn't usually a brat.
I stood in front of the class and began a discussion as usual, but little miss Coco wasn't having any of it. It was as if she were trying to make me angry on purpose, and I got more and more with her through the lesson, until she finally broke my patience.
"Miss Garber," I said coldly. "We can all see you texting from here. Bring your phone to my desk, please."
"W-what?" She raised her eyes and widened her pupils at me. "No, Mr. Millay, I didn't..."
"Now," I barked, and she got up nervously, clutching her phone between her fingers and smoothing down her too tight blouse.
I motioned for her to come over, and she did, with that chin turned up defiantly.
"Why don't you stand in front of the class, Miss Garber?" I said easily, not getting up as she faced her classmates. "Read us the message you were sending."
She blushed deeply, and I wondered how far the blush traveled down her neck.
"I would rather not," she said, and the class laughed.
"Please do," I said. "Or maybe you'd prefer it if I did it for you?"
She gulped and started reading. "I can't believe you're into Mr. Millay, he's such a jerk."
"Is that so?" I repeated with my brows raised. "Who did you send this message to?"
"Derek," she mumbled, and I cleared my throat.
"Excuse me?"
"Derek," she said miserably.
"Derek? Mr. Duke, will you please stand up?"
