“Well, don’t just stand there with your mouth open catching flies. Befriendlyand escort him to room 112. I’m sure you’ll find your husband in there too.” I can hear the smirk in Janet’s voice from where I stand and am happy to hear her give me my woman’s room number, even if she sent the skank after me. At least I know where I’m going now.
I don’t wait for the cunt, but I hear the clacking of her heels behind me while I make my way down the halls.
I don’t knock, just walk in and shut the door behind me. Petty but effective, even if it does make the entire class turn to look at me. I want to make sure the bitch in the hall knows I give zero fucks about her.
“Fuck me.”
“Language, Erica.”
I smirk, because why the hell not? Bailey might reprimand a student, but from the look on her face, she’s thinking the same way. Some of these kids might have seen me over the weekend, but I doubt they noticed much of me when I was covered in mud. Not that I was preening before I got here, but I made sure I wouldn’t disappoint when I got ready. And my woman’s tone coming out all breathy like that has me thinking of other things. Things I can’t wait to do to her again, in or out of the bath. And as I watch the slow rise of pink on her checks, I know she’s on board.
I don’t care that I just walked into her classroom filled with teenagers. Don’t even cast a second glance at the bloke in the suit at the front of the room who’s frowning at me. All I see is my woman.
Her polka-dot dress hugs all the right curves, and her belt only accentuates those lush hips. I take my time drinking her in and don’t give it a second thought that the entire room is quiet while I look her over, admiring every inch. Never seen her in her element before. Sweating? Dancing? Shaking her ass? Hell yes. But seeing this, well, it’s got me rock hard all over again. She’s so pretty, and she doesn’t even know it. Ten to one, she wasn’t even trying this morning, but damn if I don’t want to steal her away to the janitor’s closet right now and lift that skirt to see what kind of panties she has on.
“Excuse me, can we help you with something?” The way the guy coughs and pulls himself up a bit has me looking over at him and dismissing him instantly.
“Nah, all good.”
I move to Bailey’s desk, which is next to the door I came in, and take a seat on the corner. My woman is too far away from me, but I take it in stride as I watch her from across the room. I grin at her and enjoy the shit out of it when she grins back at me. I hope to Christ she sees what I see, ’cause all I see is her: a beautiful creature who looks magnificent when she falls apart in my arms as she comes on my fingers.
“Sir, do you have a pass to be in here? We’re in the middle of a lesson, and unless you have a reason to be in here, I’m going to ask you to leave.”
I hate to do it, but I’ve got to, which is probably why it takes longer, as I hate moving my eyes off my woman and onto the prick at the front of the classroom. I still note that none of the kids other than Erica have said shit since I walked in, playing a tennis match of looking from one adult to the next. And then the last one as Carolyn finally makes it into the classroom, leaving the door open as she stands in the doorway. I spare her a glance, noting the glare on her face, which only seems to be aimed at Bailey as she crosses her arms. Probably to emphasize her massive fake tits, but ain’t no one looking. Well, maybe the kid in the back row—I think Bailey called him Shane when I saw him over the weekend.
“Got a pass. Even an escort,” I say with a nod toward the door, though I don’t look at it. My eyes travel back to my girl. I want to make it crystal clear that I only see her and no one else. Got a feeling that hasn’t happened before, even with the same players in the room.
“Well, unless you can tell me why you’re here, I’m going to have to have you escorted from the building.”
This guy is acting like a real dick. Don’t know if it’s because I can’t stop staring at Bailey, which I notice he also is having a hard time not doing, or if it’s because of the vest. We get all kinds of attention from the vest alone. Most of it is from hangers-on, but a few just see a biker’s cut as a problem that needs to be taken out like yesterday’s trash. I eye the man and see what my odds are of getting away with punching the douche in the dick.
“Excuses me, sir, but this is my classroom.”
Both my head and his snap to her. If I’d bet myself ten seconds ago that my woman couldn’t get any sexier, I’d have lost.
Hands on hips that are begging to be held down by me, she gives him a cross look. It’s the kind a schoolteacher gives to a student she’s disappointed in. I can’t help but chuckle, till she aims it at me and I cover my laugh with a cough. I notice a few of the kids also grinning as they glance at me, knowing that look well, I’m sure.
“Mr. Stalone is here as our next guest speaker.”
“To talk about what? How to take up a life of crime?” he grumbles, but before I can say anything, my woman stands tall.
“No, sir, he’s a highly decorated war hero. Did two tours with the Army before he got out. He received the Silver Star and Bronze Star. He saved the lives of countless men and women in his platoon, as well as several hundred civilians. He fought for us in war-torn countries and came home to join a respected club that has been a pillar in this community, and many others like it.”
The classroom erupts with teenagers talking over each other in excitement about my background, but all I hear are “Fuck yeah” and “Get ’em, Ms. B.” from her students. Ain’t hard to see that I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the dick at the front of the classroom.
I might know my accomplishments, but I sure as hell didn’t expect Bailey to look them up. Should have guessed she would, though. She doesn’t seem the type to just bring in anyone to talk to her kids unless they could pass on something worth their time. I grip the desk hard, hoping if I hold on tight enough, I can keep myself in check and not embarrass her by sweeping her up in my arms and expressing my undying devotion to this woman. Having her stand up for me is damn hot, and it makes me proud as fuck that she didn’t back down to this dick who’s obviously a person in charge around here, based on the suit and the way he’s acting like he runs this place.
“Now, while I think I can speak for the class in saying we all enjoyed your presentation about staying in school and maybe one day becoming a school principal like yourself, I’m sure you have other things to take care of. I see your wife is here to keep you on schedule, and I don’t want to waste Mr. Stalone’s time sincehe’sscheduled for this hour.”
I raise my eyebrows at the last bit. Was Mr. Uptight not even meant to talk today? Did he crash her class just to talk to the kids or to be close to her?
Got a feeling I ain’t going to like the answer to that question.
This dick needs to realize quick, just like his cunt of a wife, that girls like Bailey are in a class above them and can only be with someone of equal measure. I don’t know if I measure up yet, but I’m sure as hell better than these two.
He opens his mouth to say something, but his wife clears her throat, and I smirk as he falls in line. “Yes, well, you all have a good day, and remember what I said: hard work gets you through things, not taking shortcuts.”
He moves to the back of the class, eyeing me the entire way till he stops as someone snickers, “Yeah, and Dad’s money.” The room erupts into a fit of quiet giggles. Even Bailey has a twitch of mirth on her lips that the asshole doesn’t see as he continues on his way, pulling his wife with him. Who’s still glaring at my girl. I give her one of my own that she seems to miss.
