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I shot up my eyebrows, breaking out in a small grin. He was a little pill.
But then so was I. I could understand where this one was coming from. We might just get along after all.
Turning around, I walked to my desk and slipped my phone out of the drawer. Dislodging the battery, I walked over and handed it to him.
“Charge it back up tonight and we’ll exchange tomorrow morning, okay?”
He pinched his eyebrows together and slowly reached out his hand, taking the battery. Luckily we both had the latest generation of the same phone.
“According to the student handbook,” he started, swapping out his nearly dead battery with mine, “we’re not allowed cell phones in the classroom.”
“In my class, you are,” I shot back, standing my ground. “You’ll find out more about that tomorrow.”
He handed me the dead battery and nodded. I relaxed, relieved that he seemed to soften a little.
“Christian.”
We both looked up, turning our heads toward the door, when the sharp tone startled us both.
Standing in the doorway, filling the space in a deep-black three-piece suit, white shirt, and gold tie was Christian. All grown up.
The stone-blue eyes narrowed on us under eyebrows that didn’t curve but slanted.
Oh, shit.
I stood there, stunned still and not breathing as my fists instantly clenched.
I may have just met the son, but I already knew the father.
I looked away, blinking long and hard. No, no, no…
My pulse raced, and my forehead and neck broke out in a cold sweat.
I didn’t know if he recognized me, but I couldn’t bring myself to move toward him. What the hell was I supposed to do?
It was Tyler Marek.
The same man who’d danced with me, flirted with me, and told me there was one place where he wouldn’t be careful with me was my student’s parent?
Spinning around, I returned to the front of the room, choosing to ignore him.
I circled my desk and bent down to the open drawer so I could replace the battery in my phone. I didn’t need to bend, but I could feel his eyes following me, and I needed a moment to panic in private.
I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.
He hadn’t seemed like the type to have a kid when I’d met him before. Had I been wrong? Was he married?
I hadn’t seen a ring on his finger last February at the Mardi Gras ball, but that didn’t mean anything nowadays. Men took them off as easily as they put them on.
What would happen if he recognized me? Thank God I hadn’t slept with him.
I drew in a long breath as I replaced the case on my phone and closed my bag.
Licking my dry lips, I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to stand the hell up and deal with it.
Straightening my back, I smoothed a hand down my blouse and shirt.
I gathered some of the surveys that parents had filled out and straightened them, setting them in the tray in the corner of my desk.
The other parents and students had already drifted out of the room, and I tensed, seeing his long legs coming to stand in front of my desk.
Tyler Marek.
I’d thought about him. More than I wanted to admit.
However, I’d resisted the urge to Google him for more information, not wanting to indulge my pointless curiosity.
I’d never expected to see him again, much less here.
“I’ve met you before, haven’t I?” he asked, sounding almost sure.
I looked up, chills spreading down my arms at his sharp gaze. He held my eyes, calm and attentive as he waited for his answer.
I swallowed and steeled my shaky smile. “I don’t believe we’ve met, sir.” I held out my hand, hoping whatever memory lapse he was having would be permanent.
Of course, I’d been wearing a mask that night – a pathetic mask but still a mask – so his image of that girl in the red dress might be obscured. Hopefully it would stay that way.
Not that a dance and flirting were scandalous, but it would certainly be awkward.
He shook my hand, and I remembered how those same hands had held my waist, the back of my neck…
He squinted, studying me, and I wanted to sink into a hole, away from his scrutiny, because at any moment he’d remember.
“You seem familiar,” he pushed, not convinced.
“I’m Ms. Bradbury.” I changed the subject, walking around the desk. “Your son and I have already met. I’ll be teaching him US History first period this year.”
And with hopefully only one parent-teacher conference, and then you and I will never have to run into each other again.
It wasn’t that I was embarrassed or scared. I could handle some discomfort.
But this guy had turned me on.
I’d looked back on our interaction often over the past few months. On quiet nights when I’d wanted someone’s hands on me and the only person keeping me company was myself, I’d remembered that dance, his mouth close to mine and his eyes looking down at me.
I’d slept with other people since then, but strangely, he was always where my mind wandered back to when it wanted a fantasy.
And now with him close…
He continued to study me, an eyebrow arched, and I was suddenly nervous. He looked formidable. Not at all as playful as he’d looked that night.
“Christian,” he called to his son. “Come here.”
His son barely looked up from his phone or the video game he played as he walked past us.
“I’ve been here,” he said, anger twisting his voice. “I need something to drink.”
“There’s bottled water by the door,” I instructed, but he just kept walking, leaving the room without another word.
