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I shake my head, swallowing a bite of my pasta salad. “I don’t think so. I mean, maybe? But there’s no label or anything and I’m not going to ask him for one. I’m pretty sure it’s just a fling.”
“Yeah, but do you want be… flung?”
“Yeah, why not? You told me I needed to get back out there and have fun, not worry about a relationship and all that, so that’s what I’m doing.” I smile, shoving another bite of food into my mouth.
I want more with Weston, who wouldn’t? It felt good to be able to open up and talk to him about my past, but I am a little worried about how things turned so quickly with that conversation. He apologized that night and I accepted it, but we didn’t discuss it further. As much as he might not want to accept it or even agree, I do understand the pain of losing your other half and the fear that comes with moving on. Maybe he hasn’t moved on; maybe I haven’t either. Maybe we’re just losing ourselves in each other instead of facing that reality.
“Well, if that’s all it is and that’s all you want, then get it, girl, but if you want more and he can’t offer that, I’d say get out before the feelings get too deep. Otherwise, I hope he flings you to the fucking moon and back.”
* * *
“You look good bent over a desk.”
I whip my head around to look over my shoulder, Weston standing in my classroom looking drop-dead drool-worthy and sexy. He’s wearing my favorite combo on him, black pants with a black Oxford, two buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms.
“What are you doing here?” I smile. “Your mom already picked up Daisy.” I’m finishing up my day after all my students have left, reaching across my desk for my purse.
“You know what would make it even better?” He approaches me, his hands sliding over my ass to grab my waist. “If your panties were around your ankles.” He presses himself against me.
“Not in my classroom, Mr. Vaughn.” I spin around and push against his chest unsuccessfully.
“Mmm, you know what that does to me when you call me that, Miss Flowers.” His hands reach up to tilt my head as his lips caress mine.
“People can see, you know,” I say against his lips, but it doesn’t stop him.
“Just shut the fuck up and let me kiss you.” He growls the words into my mouth, his tongue snaking inside to lay claim. I feel his length harden against me, pulling a small moan from my throat.
“If Mr. Fein sees, I would get fired,” I say, finally putting some space between us.
“You really think he’d fire you if it was me kissing you?” He flashes an arrogant grin. “Come on now, baby, you know that man would let you get away with anything if it involved me.”
“True or not, I don’t want to push the limits and find out.”
“Oh, by the way, don’t think I forgot about your payment for the Bahamas trip.”
“Payment? Feels a little awkward taking money after the things we did on that trip.” I blush and he steps toward me again.
“Mmm, or maybe it’s a new kink unlocked”—his hand comes up to cup my breast—“roleplaying that I get to pay you for services rendered.”
“Very funny.” I laugh, readjusting my blouse just as a woman’s voice interrupts us.
“Weston? I thought that was you.”
A look of almost panic flashes across his eyes before he slowly turns around to face her. “Hello, Natalie.”
Natalie? I step around him to take in the tall, willowy blonde with bright-blue eyes and a perfectly full cherry pout standing in the doorway of my classroom. Her overly perky breasts almost fall out of her top, her mile-long legs adorned with expensive-looking heels.
“Where’s Daisy?”
“My mother picked her up already. I was just speaking with her teacher, Miss Flowers.”
“Daphne, pleasure to meet you.” I smile, jutting my hand out toward her.
“Natalie Penner, pleasure,” she says in a throaty voice. “My ex already picked up the boys but as usual, he screwed up and forgot Mason’s backpack so I had to grab it after work.” She holds it up. “Speaking of work, darling”—she reaches out and grabs Weston’s arm—“I wanted to discuss some concerns that Nile has regarding the deal. Let’s grab dinner this week and discuss. I want to go into these negotiations with a clear outline of expectations for both of us.”
“Sure, call my admin and she’ll get you put on my calendar,” he says, stepping back out of her grasp.
“Your admin?” She looks almost offended, then quickly replaces her expression with another sultry smile. “Nonsense, darling. I’ll text you.” She gives him a flirty wave before spinning on her heel and walking out of my classroom.
