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“We’re in the conference room,” Hayes said, waiting for me to turn before falling into step beside me.
My heels clacked against the parking lot, and I wished that I’d worn something different today instead of my most uncomfortable pair of shoes.
See, I’d made a deal with myself since they’d looked so good with my outfit.
Today was supposed to be a short day since I didn’t have to help with drop-off or pick-up, I’d told myself I’d go with the sexy outfit with the sexy shoes. Mostly because I’d planned on ‘accidentally’ needing to stop by the police station after work and hopefully having the chance to run into a certain silent, sexy man.
Only, I’d done so much walking today that my feet now hurt like the dickens and each step I took across the lot made my little toe scream in agony.
It was when I was on the sidewalk next to the side of the building that I came to a complete stop.
“I can’t do this,” I muttered. “Lock, will you run to my car and get me my flip-flops from the front seat? My feet are absolutely killing me.”
Lock turned around and jogged back to my car, and I used that time to kick my heels off, then peel my stockings off of each leg.
To do that, I had to hike my skirt up a bit around my upper thighs to get to my garter belt.
It was only as the silence of the man next to me became oppressive that I looked up to see him staring down at my legs.
More specifically, the part of my legs that showed as I was shoving my hands up underneath my skirt to undo the clips that held my garter in place.
“Sorry,” I murmured, catching his attention. “I just can’t do this anymore. My toe is killing me.”
He swallowed hard. “I’m serious about it not being fake.”
He turned away then, but not before I saw him adjust his cock in his work pants and bring my attention to the impressive bulge.
I licked my lips and made quick work of my stockings after that, balling the fabric up in my hands and shoving them into my shoes before once again fixing my skirt.
“Here,” Lock said, coming up to my side. “Brought your bag, too, so you didn’t have to carry your shoes around.”
I grinned and shoved my shoes into my bag, then hooked it onto my shoulder and slipped the flip-flops on seconds later.
“Ready,” I said softly from behind Hayes.
He started walking again, having a quiet conversation with Lock about work that day as he moved.
He was more than aware of where I was at all times, though.
When I tripped on the sidewalk, he was there to catch me with a hand on my forearm.
I expected him to let my arm go the moment that I was steady on my feet, only he didn’t.
He didn’t let go of me until we reached the conference room that was surprisingly full of people.
Hayes sat me in a chair toward the end of the table, then took the one directly next to me.
Lock took the one on my other side, and Luke clapped his hands.
“Let’s get started.”
The next thirty minutes passed with me telling them of everything that had gone on at the school since I started noticing problems.
“What’s your main concern here, Ms. Downy?” the old resource officer asked.
I looked at him and crossed my arms.
“Worst case scenario?” I asked, getting a nod in return. “I don’t want this to turn into another bully/school shooting,” I said. “Abilene isn’t the type or anything, but Abilene isn’t the only one that’s getting the treatment. There’s just so much going on at that school. And there’s only so much I can do from my end. I need more support. These kids need to have consequences for their actions.”
“Bailey needs to go for that to happen.”
I looked over at Toomey to see he was staring at the wall.
“Why do you think I don’t bother doing anything there?” he asked, addressing everyone in the room. “I can only do so much from my end, too. And the kids don’t respect me. They don’t respect him. They walk all over every fuckin’ adult in that school because there’s honestly no consequences. Hell, when was the last time anyone got suspended, or sent to in-school suspension? More often than not, the person to get in trouble is the person that got bullied in the first place. He doesn’t like snitches. Which is why Avery gets treated like shit.”
Toomey had a point.
I hadn’t seen any kids besides the ones that I was worried about getting into any kind of trouble at all.
Son of a bitch.
I groaned into my hands, jolting slightly when I felt a hand on my knee squeeze.
I looked over at Hayes to see him staring straight forward, as if he wasn’t giving me any comfort at all.
