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I nodded. “We’ll see how Friday goes, but yes, if you like, you can be my date for the following Friday too.”
He smiled, and I watched as he dashed off to class. Maybe I’d misjudged Julian. He seemed like a nice guy. I needed to focus on him and not Parker Newell. But why else would Parker have kept Julian after school if not to ruin my date.
Chapter 7
Ca
ndy
I woke determined. I was attending my after school tutor session, and I didn’t yet know how but I was going to discover if Parker Newell, definitely, for a fact, was interested in me. I couldn’t in good conscience date Julian, as much as he seemed a great guy if I had the remotest chance to get up close and personal with my teacher.
I dressed in an Ulla Johnson black eyelet peplum top and a Maison Margiela wrap mini-skirt that hit just above my knees.
Julian couldn’t stop telling me how fantastic I looked. The rest of the school had heard we were dating and when he sat next to me in the cafeteria at lunch, I noticed a lot of dagger eyes from other girls, especially Brandy. We chatted nonsense like what we were going to eat at the Surf Shack and mock-argued about which movie we would all see. Larissa and Jeff joined in the chat, and it was nice finding myself part of the crowd. My upcoming birthday party was also a hot topic of conversation, with other students telling me their parents had cancelled vacations in order to attend. I found it all incredulous, but it showed how much influence my parents had on the Upper East Side. I wondered if anyone would notice if the subject of the party failed to make an appearance? Then I remembered the outfit I’d purchased, and I smiled to myself. My mother had no idea. She’d had dresses sent to the house and had chosen one for me. I wouldn’t be wearing it. Her choice was demure and for a daughter of a prominent power couple of New York. Mine was the dress of a woman who now knew the power of a good wardrobe.
After school, I went to Parker’s classroom and pushed open the door without knocking. Then I took my seat and once again crossed one leg over the other, this time revealing the top of my thigh.
“I thought we’d look at improvisation today.” He said to me like I was dressed in a nun’s habit.
“Whatever you think. You’re the teacher.” I said, and I bit my lip.
His eyes wavered, watching me as I licked across my bottom lip before he put his face back down to his papers.
“So, can you recall any instances where on Broadway, improvisation has been used to good effect?”
“It’s hot in here today, isn’t it?” I answered, and then I pulled down my top a little, revealing a hint of the tops of my creamy white breasts and I blew down my top. I recalled a seduction scene in a book I’d read a couple of weeks previously, and the devil in me began to act it out.
“Improvisation?” He reminded me, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
I gave him a complete and concise answer to his question. I think we both knew that my asking for his help had been a lack of confidence in my abilities. I was acing the subject.
“Perfect, Candy.” He told me. “Just…perfect.” I wasn’t sure if we were talking about my answer anymore.
He gave me a small written assignment and set a time of fifteen minutes to do it. I made sure I tucked my hair behind my ear and that I kept sucking on the end of the pen, or biting it as if in deep thought. Parker stayed mainly hidden behind the screen of his laptop, though when he did look up, I felt his gaze burn through me.
At the end of the fifteen minutes, he walked over and stood at the side of the desk, brushing past me. I felt his thigh against my naked arm, the brush of the material of his pants and the heat from his body. “Are you finished?” he asked.
I leaned over slightly to pick up my paper knowing it would give him, should he be looking, a direct view of my breasts encased in my lacy white bra.
“I’m not sure, Parker.” I handed it over to him. “You tell me if I’m finished.”
The paper came out of my hand and floated across the floor, as the top of my arm was grasped and I was dragged towards the back of the classroom out of view of the windows.
The next thing I knew I was pressed up against the wall as Parker Newell’s hand trailed down the side of my face.
He stared into my eyes. I should have been nervous, but I wanted this too much.
“What you do to me. I can’t bear it.” He said.
He held my chin and tilted my head up to his and then his face came forward, and he crushed his lips to mine. It was like fireworks exploded in my body. So many sensations, things I’d never experienced before converged on me. I felt like my lips had electric shocks from their contact with Parker’s. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his tongue forced entry into my mouth. Everything I’d read about in my romance novels, even the ones that that made my body react, did not come close to what was happening right now. I felt my panties dampen as my juices flowed from my core. Parker’s hand dipped underneath my top, and his fingers trailed feather light touches up my flesh, causing goose bumps. As he reached the edge of my bra, I felt him hesitate, for a brief moment, so I grabbed his hand with my own and placed it over the cup of my lacy number. He groaned into my mouth, while he slid his hand down inside the cup of my bra and cupped the flesh there. My nipple hardened as he stroked it with his fingertips, coaxing it into bud. I was breathing hard against his mouth.
Then he pushed me away and backed off as if I’d burned him.
“I can’t do this. We can’t do this. My job.” He ran a hand through his hair, his face creased in torment. “I’m sorry, Candy. So, so, sorry. If you want to report me, go ahead. What I’ve done is completely inappropriate.”
I moved towards him and grasped his hand.
“I don’t want to report you. I feel the same. Please, can’t we keep it secret?”
