“Of course, it’s about the kids during the day. Maybe afterward, we can have dinner—”
“Luna?”
Luna whipped her head in the direction of the door. Her stomach sank to her knees as all color drained from her face. Despite wanting Davis to see her move on so she could set him free, the feeling she got from being found with a colleague, seconds away from accepting his dinner offer, made her feel nauseous.
“Davis!” She attempted to force cheerfulness into her voice.
“Could I speak with you, please?”
The fact that he hadn’t exactly entered her room did not escape her notice. “Sure.” Luna turned back to Luther. “We’ll talk about the field trip later, Mr. Dixon.”
He merely nodded and left her room, shooting a glance at Davis as he went. Davis was dressed for the office in his well-tailored suit, whereas Luther was in jeans and a plaid shirt. Luna’s legs had gone weak, but she didn’t want to have to look up at Davis; she locked her knees and remained standing by her desk. Davis came in, looking around at the walls covered with child-created art. He stopped a foot from Luna and examined her closely. She stayed perfectly still, though she wanted to squirm under his direct scrutiny.
“What brings you here?” she finally asked, attempting to sound friendly and not accusatory.
“I thought it would be prudent of me to speak to you face to face instead of attempting to call and risk you ignoring me.”
“I wouldn’t ignore you, Davis.”
He lifted his hand, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She trembled before she could clamp down on her muscles. “Wouldn’t you?” he countered.
With annoyance, she asked, “What did you want to talk about?”
“You, me, my office. The possibly ill-advised meeting we conducted.”
She raised a brow. “Meeting?”
He grinned. “We’re in a school, and your door is open. I’m not looking to corrupt young minds.” He leaned in, took a sniff of her neck, and murmured, “Just you.”
Her pussy clenched; she couldn’t help it. He had a way about him that had always driven her crazy. Little touches, small gestures, and whispering in her ear turned her all the way on. “Davis,” she said, trying to sound stern. “You just said we’re in a classroom, and here you are, in my personal space.”
Davis backed up a few paces. “At any rate, I want to assure you it won’t happen again. Considering how much I appeared to have offended you, I want to apologize.”
She took a deep breath. “As long as you realize that nothing has changed between us, I can accept an apology for your part.”
“Don’t lie, Luna.” His tone was sharp, so he modulated both the tone and the volume. “We can pretend nothing has changed, if that’s what you want. I told you there’s no way you can lose me, and I meant it.”
A student came in and sat down, putting his bag away and pulling books out of his desk. Luna glanced at him and back to Davis. “Okay.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that Bill Nye looking man-child asking you out.”
She shrugged. There was no way to determine how Davis felt about that since he kept his face blank. His eyes, though; they were heated. “And if he did?”
Davis mirrored her shrug. “As your friend, I say be careful.”
Luna hummed, watching another student arrive. “As you can see, my classroom is filling up.”
“I have to go anyway. Somebody has to warm my chair, and it might as well be me.”
She frowned as he walked away, realizing how much he truly hated his job. He needed to talk to his father about it since he was in charge of the department Davis wanted to work in.
She put both Davis and Luther out of her mind as she stepped to the whiteboard to start the day. She would have to worry about it later since more students were filing in to the room.
But the memory of the fervor in his eyes as Davis spoke about Luther sent an odd thrill through her.
