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She playfully slaps at my chest, and I hit accept on “When I Come Around” so it’s next up.
“Can’t believe you’d reject me for not liking Billie Joe Armstrong, Trey Cool, and Mike Dirnt.”
Damn I think I could love this woman.
She plays an invisible guitar as the opening chords of the song sound from the speakers, and I swear I really do feel my heart seize in my chest. Music is the way to my heart. Music and a pretty woman like the one in front of me? I’m fucking set.
A tendril of hair falls in front of her face again, and we can’t have her hiding behind her hair. She’s far too beautiful to hide.
I tuck the stray strand again and she smiles up at me as she chooses our next song: a Sublime song.
“And to think I took you for a pop princess.”
FIVE
LUCY
Between getting back into the groove of being back in the classroom after having the summer off, the adjustment for my students, and this growing infatuation with a certain member of the janitorial staff, my second year of teaching at Blackwell Academy has certainly started off with a bang.
Ha. A bang. I know someone I’d like to bang.
I cringe at my inner monologue as I finish putting all of the little chairs upside down on the tables. It’s not expected of me, but it takes two minutes and it makes the weekend cleaning crew’s job easier. Madeline pops her head in to say goodbye and asks one more time if I want to join them at Ma’s tonight for karaoke and dollar wings.
As much as I want to say yes, knowing there’s a good chance Sam will be there, I have to be up early to set up for the Fall Festival tomorrow. So, I thank her, again, for the invite, but turn her down.
Her dramatic sigh is nothing out of the ordinary, but I do find myself a little surprised when she says, “You and Sam are perfect for each other. You’re both responsibly booooooring.”
I hear his laughter before he sticks his head into the classroom. It’s the first time I’ve seen him all day. Which is probably for the best because I wouldn’t have been able to get the vision of him in the dark denim jeans and solid black T-shirt out of my head. I wasn’t sure there was any way for me to be even more attracted to him, but the tool belt fastened around his waist and the little smudges of dirt and grease on his arms and hands prove otherwise.
God Bless Casual Fridays and men who aren’t afraid to get a little dirty.
“Hello, Ms. Heart,” he greets me. The corner of his upper lip curls into a smirk and my insides flutter. I swear he does this shit on purpose. “I see that, you too, are being peer pressured into going to karaoke tonight.”
“I wasn’t peer pressuring!” Madeline scoffs with a playful roll of her eyes. “But, fine! I’ll see you two fuddy duddies in the morning.”
“Did she just call us ‘fuddy duddies’?” Sam chuckles with a shake of his head. He walks the rest of the way into the classroom and starts to put the chairs on the other side of the room on the tables. I didn’t ask him to help, he just did it on his own. I don’t know what’s more attractive—his initiative or the way his arms flex every time he grabs one of the little plastic and metal chairs. “Anyway. I know you’re not going to karaoke tonight because of the festival tomorrow, but you still have to eat, right? Would you, maybe, be interested in having dinner with me? We can make it an early one.”
“I would love to do you,” I answer and immediately wish I could crawl under one of these desks. “Do thatwithyou. Damn it. I would love to have dinner with you.”
“Ms. Heart!” He exclaims feigning shock. “Did you just curse?!”
I fight a smile as I narrow my eyes and send a glare in his direction.
“Very funny. Give me your phone.”
My breath hitches as he closes the space between us and hands me his cell phone. As I put my number in his contacts, it takes every ounce of willpower not to inhale the scent of him like a lunatic. How does he still smell so good after working all day?
“I have a few things to finish up here, but I should be leaving in about ten minutes. Text me the time and address and I’ll meet you there.”
The entire time we’ve been in close proximity, I’ve felt his eyes raking across my body. The hunter green bodycon dress clung to my body, showcasing my curves and, my best feature, my ass. I made it “school appropriate”l by pairing it with a light denim jacket and a pair of canvas sneakers, but there was no hiding the junk I packed in my trunk.
The embarrassment I feel from word vomiting that I would like to “do him” subsides and is replaced by an empowering self confidence knowing I possess what it takes to have a man like Sam look at me like he’d like to devour every inch of me.
“I’ll text you,” he says, taking back his phone before leaning in close enough that I can feel his breath on my skin. “Just so you know, I’d be down for Option A too.”
* * *
It’s been three hours and I have yet to recover from Sam basically telling me that he wanted to have sex with me. What am I supposed to do with that information now? Of course, I’d love to just jump into bed with him. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been properly fucked. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t know if I’ve ever been properly fucked in my entire life. You’re not supposed to fake an orgasm every time you have sex and that’s been the case each and every time for me.
