Chapter 13
Luna could give Davis credit for one thing without hesitation; she was walking funny by Monday morning. She wanted to stay with him on Sunday night, but she absolutely had to go home and get ready for her week. She had no choice but to work on her lesson plans, and she couldn’t allow him to distract her while she did them. He excelled at distracting her.
On Saturday, they had indeed gone to the sports complex near his apartment and kicked around soccer balls. She loved that he was athletic the same as she was and that he was willing to indulge her in soccer when that wasn’t his favorite sport. He preferred basketball, which was all kinds of hot to watch. His t-shirt would ride up every time he made a shot, that strip of abs, dripping with sweat, making her want to tackle him to the court and have her way with him right there in public. And she was definitelynotan exhibitionist.
She’d heard a few tidbits from Alex about how she and Grant had first gotten started, and she was a tiny bit appalled. Not because Alex’d had sex in public—or she used to—but picturing doing that herself sent her into something akin to apoplexy. Despite dreaming of getting all over a hard-bodied Davis, that looked finer than a man had a right to in his gray sweats and black tee, Luna would never go through with it.
As it was, he convinced her to do things that made her blush to think about. She hadn’t even thought he was serious when he told her to sit on his face, but he sure as hell was good at it. A tingle shuddered up her spine as she thought of how it had felt. The idea of doing it again interested her, but she didn’t think she’d ever have the nerve to be the one to initiate something like that.
So Monday was awkward moving through the halls and trying not to walk bowlegged. That wasn’t something she could easily explain to a bunch of middle schoolers. What she wasn’t expecting was to run into an angry Luther.
“What is wrong with you?” he hissed at her.
Since he’d taken her elbow in the hall without her permission, she wondered the same about him. “Why are you touching me?”
“At least come into my classroom,” he replied, as though that answered anything.
She followed him to keep from making a scene, but then she wrenched her arm from his grasp and folded both of them across her chest. “Care to explain what just happened?”
“You’re walking like a whore on discount night at the brothel.”
Luna reeled back, feeling as though he’d slapped her. She hadn’t actually thought she appeared to walk oddly. “I can’t believe you just said those words to me, but especially in a classroom with little ears mere feet away from us.” She nodded in the direction of the handful of his students that were already in the room.
“They can’t hear me,” he said. “The point is, you swore you weren’t dating anybody, and then after one date you’re clearly in bed with that guy.”
“I fail to see how my personal life is any of your business.” This was the exact reason she knew better than to get involved with someone she worked with. She was so disappointed in herself.
“I don’t care what you do in your spare time,” he claimed.
Or more likelywhom. “And yet here we are discussing it.”
“But Idocare what happens in the school hallways, and you look like you were ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Jealous, Luther? Green is not your color.” She leaned forward and kept her voice low. Unlike him, she was concerned that the children might overhear their conversation. “Don’t you dare bring anything of this nature up to me again, or I will schedule a conference with Dr. Christensen.”
Luna turned on her heel and made her way out of his classroom and down the hall to her own. Her hands were shaking by the time she sat in the chair behind her desk.Stupid, stupid, stupid. She’d risked her career on that imbecile to prove some point to Davis that didn’t even need to be proven. And now that she and Davis were actually happy, Luther wanted to accuse her of being a whore.
She pushed her hair back from her face and went to work; it was the only thing she could do. That and keep her eye out for Luther from then on. He was more of an asshole than she’d expected, that was for sure. He’d seemed so meek, and maybe that was her fault for painting him in that light, but honestly. How was she to know?
She felt him watching her every time they switched classes and she stood outside her door. In the cafeteria, in the break room, every damn where. He was turning into a nuisance, and she might just have to have that talk with the principal as a preemptive move against him. That might be the best idea, but she would give it some thought first.
She wanted to see Reagan again, and so after school was out and Luther had stalked her across the parking lot to see what car she got in—definitely needed to have that meeting, she reminded herself—she called her best friend and invited her over.
Reagan wasn’t busy that evening, and she came almost right away. As she answered the door, Luna was glad to be in a happier mood than the last time she saw her friend.
“Luna! You look fantastic.” Reagan came in and hugged Luna immediately.
“Oh, you just like to blow smoke.” Luna blushed, though, loving to hear the compliment. She felt fantastic, for the most part.
“No, really, look at you. You look like a woman that’s—” Reagan broke off with a gasp. “Please don’t tell me you went home with that boring teacher and had sex with him!”
Luna paled, leading Reagan to the living room before she answered her. “No, actually, I told him there was no way there would be a second date. It was painfully awkward, and I realized that it was never going to work.”
“Oh, thank God,” Reagan said vehemently as they sat on the couch. “Then what is giving you that self-satisfied glow?”
“Davis,” Luna answered simply.
Reagan’s eyes went wide. And then she squealed. Luna cringed.
