"Sounds good. See you later."

"See ya."

I hustled off to the showers and threw myself under the cold water. The workout on the punching bag had definitely alleviated stress, but it hadn't taken it all away. While beating my face to a pulp felt good, the impending thought of seeing Cassie Bennett was back and looming large, causing all of that tension to seep back into my body. I stood under the water, pleading with myself to figure out a way to see her as just another student. It didn't work because as soon as I was dressed and back in my truck, my thoughts shifted to her long blonde hair in my hands while I worked my way inside of her. I wanted to peel out of the parking lot and floor it back to the schoolhouse, but there were strict speed limits and military police scattered all over the fucking place, so I drove back going twenty miles per hour while thoughts of the girl who I wanted to erase from my memory were moving a mile a minute.

Back at the schoolhouse, I marched out to the formation without so much as looking in her direction. I hated that she had such a powerful effect on me with only the sight of her. We made our way in and Newsome started with the introductory chapter on radio communications in the Marine Corps. I sat in the back, plugging things into the computer while he and Jensen took over the class. I wasn’t in the mood to stand before students today, so being the head instructor, I shifted the lectures over to the guys, freeing myself up.

Before long, it was 1530, and time to release the class for the day. I had never been so thankful—thankful to get her out of my presence and thankful to find my bearings and get a hold of myself.

Hopefully.

"Tomorrow, at zero five thirty, you are to meet in front of the schoolhouse, in your PT gear. That means your green, unmarked t-shirt and green shorts. You will run your preliminary physical fitness test consisting of pull-ups, crunches, and a three mile run. You fail, and you will find yourself with extra workouts until we feel you are ready to run it again. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sergeant," the class yelled.

"Dismissed."

The class filed out, all too excited to leave for the day. I noticed Bennett and Ruiz straggling behind, so I motioned for Jensen to come and handle the one who wasn't driving me bat shit crazy.

"Follow me to my office please, Pfc. Bennett," I called out as I walked out of the classroom. She lagged a bit, but shortly after I heard her boots pounding the pavement as she strode behind me.

"Hey, Bennett," another voice called, making me slow my steps. I tried not to be obvious by turning around to see who it was, but I couldn't help myself. It was another male, and that annoyed the living shit out of me.

"I'll catch ya in a minute," she responded, never breaking her stride.

From my glance back, I noticed that it was some shithead student by the name of Pfc. Dalton. I recognized him from Smith's Data class. He was tall and slender, and looked harmless, but the fact the he was waiting for her just didn't sit well with me.

I made my way into my office, making sure to leave the door cracked open so as not to leave myself in another compromising situation.

"Take a seat," I ordered, motioning for her to sit in the chair directly beside my desk. "Let's not pretend that we don't know who each other is," I started, coming across much more harshly than I intended to. "We had a night at the bar that will never happen again."

She sat still, looking directly at me but never saying a word. Her big, doe-like eyes were making me lose my self-restraint, and I swallowed hard before continuing.

 "I should have found out who you were before I ever made a move on you, and I apologize for that. But we have a job to do, and professionalism is paramount here, so as long as we know where we stand, and that those boundaries will never be crossed again, we should be good. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sergeant Cruz," she responded in that fair and delicate voice that made my cock twitch again.

"Good," I said, trying to keep my erection from bursting through my pants. I could preach to her about how that night was a mistake, but the reaction I had to her was telling me otherwise. "And please remember the Marine Corps order on fraternizing. We both stand to get in a world of fuckin' trouble if this ever gets out. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sergeant, I do." Her response and her expression weren't matching. She said she understood, but that lustful gaze she had trained on me told me that if she could, she'd lay down right here and let me fuck her until my name was all she could remember.

I needed to get her out of my office before I did something I’d regret.

"Good. Have a good evening. See you bright and early."

"See you in the morning."

She stood and walked out of the office. I followed behind, stopping at the door. I didn't want to tell her how much of a mistake Friday night was. I didn't want to spout out the Marine Corps rules and regulations to her. No, I wanted to pin her ass up against the wall and explore every inch of her enticing body.

Only I couldn't.

I couldn’t do anything that had been filtering through my head since Friday. As I stopped at the door, I heard Dalton greet her, further pissing me the fuck off.

"Is everything alright?" he asked her.

"Yeah. I just needed to fix some paperwork, that's all," she casually responded, putting me at ease.

"Cool. Well hey, pizza and Mortal Kombat in my room tonight. Classic style."

"Sweet. I'll be there. Did you tell Angelica?"

"Yeah. She already knows."

They were walking away from the building as the conversation continued and that was the last that I heard. I couldn't be more pissed. Dalton seemed to be worming his way into her, and their brief interaction, the smile he gave her when he saw her walking his way, was enough to put my irritation on overdrive. I walked back into the office, slammed the door, then threw myself into the preference sheets to send up to Admin in the morning.