12 | Sexier Than A Greek God

**SIENNA**

I woke up early from a good night’s sleep - the kind of sleep that makes every muscle ache in your body, and yet you would feel renewed with energy.
The memory of last night’s laps around the ground fluttered into my mind as I stretched my arms and tossed and turned a little on the narrow bed.
Perhaps, he was right about runner’s high and endorphins.
My gaze skimmed around to find empty beds while distant giggling and gushing echoed in the room. Curiosity made my head turn as I watched a small crowd forming at the small window in the room.
The wiseass group of girls with whom I shared the dorm room were leaning against the panes, cooing and drooling as if frat boys were throwing them flowers and winks.
I squinted my eyes and groaned, slowly sitting up on the bed. And then I actually noticed. Boy, it wasn’t just a bunch of dorm girls. There were at least ten of them struggling to get a view out of the window. And two of them even stood on the bed to take a peek over their shoulders.
“That body is everything,” someone gushed, and I could literally imagine the drooling emoji being painted over her freckled face.
“He looks like a GQ model I would go down on my knees for,” Kelly said.
“I am sure that’s your speciality,” snickered Olivia and whipped around her head.
“Oh, don’t be a bitch about it just because Sean asked me for the prom and not you.”
I didn’t know there were eye candy frat boys these girls would hunger for, but then again, this was inevitable when you practically lock up an army of hormone-raging teenage girls in an ancient facility. But seriously, how much can eye-candy boys satisfy their urges?
I got up from the bed, inching closer to the crowd while not a single girl noticed my movement or presence because they were so engrossed. Having a fairly tall height gave me the advantage to peruse the hot topic of the morning, and it left me as breathless as them.
*Holy Christ on a cracker.
This was no frat boy*.
My jaw almost fell to the ground as I drank in the glory of the sexier-than-Greek-God figure of Father Sullivan. Yeah, I was right that this man. He had a good body and broad chest, but he was every shade of sin and vice beneath the black.
The window overlooked a well-maintained lawn where he was working out - in black sweatpants and grey workout singlet, letting the abundant view of his gorgeous biceps and firm ass clad in black.
“Yeah, please take that dumbass because I’d rather be with a man like this than a boy,” Olivia’s raucous voice pierced into my momentarily musing.
“Damn those pecks,” sighed another girl I haven’t seen before. “God bless his dedication to physical health.”
Every dip and grooves of his carved torso clenched and throbbed when he worked out, making it impossible to look away. And these prissy girls were not wrong about his body.
He was delicious and dangerous, and the fact that he was forbidden made him look all the more appetising.
“If all the priests look like that under the black, I swear I’d be a nun,” Sophia commented, fanning her face. A chorus of ‘amen’ resonated around the room.
“Someone should encourage him to take his shirt off. I wanna count those abs with my tongue.”
“I guess today is leg day,” Kelly informed confidently, who seems to be extremely well versed with his workout schedule. “What I wouldn’t give to watch this man run naked on a beach.”
“So that’s the advantage of this room?” I said.
Half the heads turned to me, finally noting my presence but then quickly got distracted by the wicked view.
“Do you know Seniors would just beg before us so that we would let them have a look at this from this room?” Olivia told me as I simply shrugged without care.
Kelly turned her head and winked. “You are a lucky girl because now you have an advantage like the four of us.”
I rolled my eyes, feigning pretence. “So that I can watch a man twice my age? No, thank you. I’d rather sleep an hour extra.”
The fact that I was harbouring an odd craving for this priest need not be a piece of public knowledge. Because two years later, none of this would matter. I’d be a trophy wife, and rubbing myself off under the covers with the thought of a man thirteen years older than me could be torture.
I took another view and cringed.
Dammit. It was really hard to look away.
“Girl, take it from me,” said another one, jabbing a thumb at herself like some some-proclaimed queen bee. “Young guys might look hot and spicy, but this man here: he is sinful. A man like that equals to all the football captains I had boned in my entire sophomore that landed my ass in this school.”
“Speaking of sleep,” Tara cut in, who was standing in the audience with her quiet presence. “Where were you last night?”
“Uh…sleeping, right here,” I stammered a little.
“Nope. When I got up in the middle of the night, your bed was empty.”
I bit the inside of my cheeks, quickly smiling at her. “Yeah, about that. I went out for a walk because I could not sleep initially. I guess fresh air did the trick.” I really hope she did not see Father Sullivan escorting me to the room.
She gave me an arched look. “Next time, don’t. If anyone catches you, you are screwed and definitely not in a way you’d like.”
“Oh, don’t discourage her,” said a giggling girl with the shiniest blond hair I have ever seen. “You’d just end up in Father Sullivan’s office. And by God, what I wouldn’t do for him to spank me.” Her hand flew to her chest with fluttering lashes.
“He’s like unholy Christian Grey in a cassock,” added Kelly, and a fleet of laughter floated around.
“Umm…so is it true?” I asked the bunch of babbling girls. “What they say about him punishing the students for breaking the rules?”
“Depends on what you have done.”
“Like? Does it involve anything harsh?” I pushed. “Where I come from, ‘punishments’ are banned, like totally unacceptable.”
A curvy brunette among the lot crossed her skinny arms and turned to me. “And what did you do to land up here then?”
“You know…” I shrugged. “Like pissing off my stepmother, who was half the age of my father and still boning him for money.”
“Ouch.”
“It doesn’t matter because Father Sullivan’s going to expel me sooner than later,” I said, earning a few shocked stares.
It was silent Tara who broke the streak. “Oh, I wouldn’t bet on it.”
“What? Are you telling me that no one has ever got expelled from this school? What is this…some life reforming institution of divine epiphany?”
“I wouldn’t use so many words, but you are going to have to do better than breaking the rules because that would only land you in detention and bathroom duty,” informed Olivia.
“Eww.”
“Yeah. Eww.”
Kelly added some more. “The closest someone got was suspension. But then Lucy was assigned to bathroom duty for six months after rejoining, to the point that she smelled like shit.”
“Yeah, at some point, I felt bad for Lucy.”
“It was the bitch’s fault if you’d ask me,” snapped Kelly.
“What did she do exactly?” I asked, point-blank.
Mild discomfort and knowing looks were exchanged before Sophia came forward to perch herself on the bed. “She tried to seduce Father Sully with neon thongs. Can you believe it? *I mean, seriously*. That man is literally sex on a stick. He wouldn’t get swayed by flat tits and neon-clad ass, right?”
To impress a man like him, I imagine it would take one hell of an ass and tits. And now that he has become a man of the cloth, bound by his vow of celibacy, I wondered *what kind of seduction would force him to sway his mind*.
“So, no expulsion, huh?” I nodded.
“Nope. And don’t even try because things did not end well with Neon Thong Lucy,” warned Kelly. “She obviously could not complete six months bathroom cleaning duty and ended up paying her penance in the church hall in front of the whole school. It was so embarrassing.”
Yeah, embarrassment was the sharpest arrow in his quiver when it came to controlling unruly and bratty girls of his school.
I held up my palms in surrender. “Okay, message received. No neon thongs.” I’d just have to get creative.
If humiliation was his thing, and given the lint of experience I had with him, I wondered if it turned him on to see me on my knees.
The clock was about to strike seven, and in thirty minutes, I’d have to don the uniform like a good catholic school girl and join the Mass.
I’d have to watch him deliver the homily and conjure up every wicked and depraved thought about the priest who terrified and intrigued all the same.
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Hey loves! I hope you liked the chapter. ^_^ Do you think our girl can seduce the priest?