Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

another. “Be even kinkier if she were wearing the wedding
dress, too.”
“I’ll take a piece of that.”
“You’re welcome to it. I’m good about sharing.”
And sometimes sharing was necessary. When it came to
women, I didn’t always keep my promises. Will finished them
off if I lost interest.
She was approaching the corner and would turn left. It was
almost time.
“GGotta go,” I told him. “Meet you in the parking lot at
seven-thirty.”
“Yeah. I left my gym bag in your car, so I need to get it
before practice. See you—”
I didn’t let him finish. I pulled the phone away from my
ear and hung up, never taking my eyes off her. She rounded
the corner and reappeared through the windows perpendicular
to me, making her way closer and closer. Pulling to a stop, I
slid my phone back into my pocket, leaned my shoulder into
the wall, and slipped my hands into the center pocket of my
hoodie, waiting for her.
She took another left, briefly disappeared from sight, and
reappeared again, stopping as soon as she spotted me.
“Mr. Torrance,” she said.
I nodded once. “Miss Jennings. You wanted to see me?”
She took a step back, looking around her. I wasn’t sure if it
was instinctive or if she was confused, but it amused me. She
wore a short-sleeved, black V-neck dress that hugged every
curve, far from the little cardigans and floral, knee-length
skirts she wore at the beginning of the school year. A first-year
teacher who started out looking very much wife-of-the-townpastor
seemed to like the lustful eyes of her teenage male
students on her and couldn’t help but dress for it now. She still
wore her glasses and her hair in tight, little buns, though.
She swallowed, a blush crossing her cheeks. “Um, during
school hours, yes. I’m, uh…” She dropped her eyes, shifting in