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Stepping inside St. Alban's brings a sense of welcome and calm to me that urges me to be on my best behavior … until I see Hunter. My breath catches as he walks up the aisle between the pews. The Director of Outreach, Mrs. Templeton, is with him, and they're having a lively discussion.
"I haven't been able to reach him, Father. I'll keep trying, but I think you should double-check or wait until your fancy auditor comes in. If they see the same thing you do, then we can make a call to the Archbishop. You know he's going to take this personally, right?" Mrs. Templeton says to Hunter.
Hunter nods as they get closer to me. His smile is timid, and there are a few crinkles around his gorgeous brown eyes. Every strand of hair looks soft and fluffy, ready for my fingers to take hold of them all.
"Irene, have you met Harper Haven?" Hunter asks her as they stop in front of me.
"Oh yes. Harper, hello. Thank you so much to you and your family. Shoveling the lot and the bountiful donations. We appreciate the Haven family's efforts immensely."
"Hi, Mrs. Templeton." I greet her with a smile. "We're happy to help. Oh, and if you get a chance, my mother would love to discuss the upcoming New Year's bake sale and winter carnival."
"Oh, that's right. Honour is a dream on the planning committee. I'll reach out to her today." Mrs. Templeton smiles and walks toward the kitchen area of the church where members are waiting in line for the pantry.
"Good afternoon, Miss Haven," Hunter says with a glimmer of a smirk. "Thank you for coming in."
"You're welcome, Father Hudgens. I'm happy to be of service to you," I tell him and bring my voice down to a whisper. "I'm following you, Daddy."
"Easy or we're never going to get through these files, baby girl." Hunter winks at me and adjusts his posture just as people enter the rectory.
We make our way into his office where there are piles of pages that look like the snowstorm blew through here.
"Wow. You have been busy." I can't stop looking at the pages, and there are sticky notes attached to various pages that Hunter's walking around and removing.
"I'm going to take off my personal observation notes so you can take a look with a fresh set of eyes. January is over here and every month after moves from that pile to the next. I've just got through March, and I'm already noticing some things. Explain to me exactly how you'd like to use these statements for your project."
Shifting into business student mode, sex becomes the last thing on my mind. I walk over to the first pile and see a few items that look exactly like the images from my textbook.
"The goal of the project is to look at the financial statements of a business, identify cost savings, increase profit, and make actual suggestions that can be implemented because the majority of us are going to take Fundamentals 2 in the spring. We're going to review the results of this semester's project and report whether our suggestions were successful or how to improve our consultation process."
"Perfect. You can start with January, and I'll keep working through March. With some luck, we can get through June beforewe have to get out of here. Then you can let me take you out to dinner."
The firmness of my cheeks is a bit alarming from how hard I'm smiling. "You don't have to do that. You're already doing me a favor by opening your books up to someone like me. I'm not even licensed yet."
"Well, you're not filing any of these documents with the IRS, so I think it's a great learning experience. I'm always going to take care of you, baby girl. Know that and trust it."
"I trust you, Hunter."
He moves in close, sneaking a kiss in with his office door open. My shock is as short-lived as the kiss.
"Good. Now let's get started, baby girl."
11
HUNTER
God is watching me.
The excitement rippling through my body as I taste Harper's lips briefly isn't enough to get my cock hard again, but it's enough to give me something to fantasize about while we work.
There's a moment when I want to kick everyone out of the church to do all kinds of things with Harper. However, I know that temptation won't allow me to be completely reckless. Rejecting my vows of abstinence is enough.
Working beside Harper is a great distraction as she picks up one document after another. Sounds of pens scrawling notes and pages turning fill the silence of the words we aren't speaking. Outside of a question or two, we flow through the church's financial statements.
When we stop to take a break, I finally see what time it is. It's nearly seven in the evening, and we're just about done reviewing the month of May. I push myself away from the desk, glancing at Harper's whose nose is still in the books.
The office door is still open, letting in a few sounds to let me know there are still people inside the church. There are a few meetings and groups that take place throughout the week. Tonight's a planning committee for the New Year mass and events taking place over the next few months. It's preliminary so I know I can just read the notes, but they won't let me miss the next one.
I wonder if I'll still be a priest by the next meeting. I have intentions of making Harper the known love of my life. I'm not sure how the congregation is going to take that. Being the wife of the priest bears a heavy expectation of piety that I don't want her pressured to become.
