Alle Kapitel von Sinful Whispers: A Collection of Forbidden Tales: Kapitel 11

The thunderstorm returned on the day I had him take his shirt off.It arrived in the late afternoon, turning the sky the color of wet slate and driving the last of the staff out of the building the moment the final bell rang. I watched the parking lot empty from my window, counting the cars as they left until only two remained: mine and his. The rain came down hard enough to blur the glass. I left the overhead lights off and switched on the old brass desk lamp I usually kept for show. Its warm circle of light made the rest of the office feel farther away than it was.He knocked once, then opened the door when I called. Water darkened the shoulders of his jacket. He carried no folders this time, no props. Just himself and a careful expression that tried to look neutral and failed.“You’re soaked,” I said.“I forgot an umbrella. It started while I was still in the classroom.”I nodded toward the coat rack near the door. “Hang it up. Then come here.”He did as he was told, movements prec