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I need the protein, taking another mouthful.
And then I stop mid-chew.
Two women have just walked into the room from the opposite entrance.
The distance – the students and teachers between us – stops me from leaping to my feet and running at her, from looping my arms around her and dragging her into my embrace, kissing her with claiming lips, owning her….
The woman from the bus is wearing a hoodie and jeans, confirming what I guessed before.
Her body is perfectly curvy, and her hips are made to be grabbed and caressed, but only by me – only ever by me.
Mary follows my gaze. “Have you been giving Della some help with math?”
“Della?” I ask, thinking of the student I texted earlier.
Mary looks at me, eyes narrowed. “The woman with the long brown hair.”
“Della,” I repeat, savoring her name, knowing I’ll never be able to let it go now I’ve matched it to her beauty.
I want to whisper it in her ear as I drive inside of her, feeling her body give itself to me.
But then I think of Paul, of what Jocelyn said yesterday. I agree with her.
The students are here to learn, to focus, to better themselves. They don’t need us, the authority figures, preying on them.
“Yeah…,” Mary laughs quietly. “Della.”
“Uh, yeah,” I say, forcing myself to stare at my steak as I cut another piece. “Just a little help earlier today.”
“She hates math,” Mary says. “She openly told me. So thank you for helping her.”
“It’s my job, Mary.”
“But you always go above and beyond. And I know you’re busy with your stocks too.”
I try for a grin, but it feels more like a tight grimace. “That’s just my version of a video game.”
We continue eating as I wonder what the hell I’m going to do.
I have this woman’s cell phone number. We texted not even a couple of hours ago. I could text her again, explain how I feel, and explain she belongs to me.
I won’t ask her, I’lltellher because it feels true already.
Itistrue.
I watch her out of my peripheral vision while trying to make it seem like I’m not.
She’s got her back to me, giving me a view of her ass in those jeans, her cheeks round and so hot I feel my manhood stiffening. I stop looking, knowing I’ll lose control…which is a new feeling for me. It’s hard to know what to do with it.
Except hold her, kiss her, tell her she never has to be alone.
“How was the trip?” I ask in an effort to distract myself.
Iamdistracted…from everything that isn’t Della.
I’d have to put my head in some sort of vice to keep my gaze stubbornly aimed forward or somehow forget how beautiful she is and how captivated I was the first time I saw her.
“Fine, fine,” Mary says.
