“Hey Thomas,” I hear my darling's sweet voice call, and we all look to see her smiling widely at the boy as she asks, “Can I have this dance?”
Thomas’s face lights up as he gently places his now-empty cup in the bin then rushes over to my girl, grabs her hand, and my mouth parts in shock as she winks my way before she bends so he can twirl her.
Am I man enough to say I'm jealous of a seven-year-old? Yes, yes I fucking am.
Damn.
“So where were we?” Sandra husks, gently tracing her nail along my arm and I step back and raise a brow at her.
“You were just about to tell me how your husband is doing,” I remind her, more so the fact that she is married and her shit is getting old.
Her jaw ticks as she gives me a fake smile and admits, “He’s good, he mentioned coming to see you in a few days, apparently there is a knocking noise on the front right of his BMW.”
I nod and say, “Most likely the axle bushes, tell him to bring it in tomorrow, I have a free afternoon, Tank’s in the garage,” then I turn away from her, dismissing her.
“Mr. Dirty,” Lyra says loudly, gaining my attention just as Sandra goes to move her hand again, and I look at my girl with a raised brow. “Can I have a drink, please?” she asks as she rocks on her heels, and I hum and confirm, “Orange?” knowing she won’t drink anything else at the moment, and she nods.
“Lyra, why don’t you go find your mama? The adults are talking,” Sandra snaps, making Lyra jump just as I hand her the drink, causing her to drop the cup, and Sandra growls, “Now look what you’ve done! Go and take a time out on the bench right now!”
Lyra’s face drops, tears pooling in her icy blue eyes, and I glare at Sandra and hiss, “She wouldn’t have dropped the cup if you hadn’t snapped at her for coming to get a drink at thedrinkstable! Why don’t you go sit on the bench, or better yet, do your job instead of trying to chat up a taken man, especially when you’re married!”
Sandra’s mouth drops open in shock just as we hear a sniffle, then my darling's voice, closer than before, demands, “Lyra, what happened, sweetheart?”
I look just in time to see Holly kneel in front of our girl, Caleb stands right behind Holly, a scowl aimed at the so-called teacher beside me.
“She-she told me I had to go to the bench because I spilled my drink after she made me jump. I just wanted a drink, Mama,” Lyra sniffles, and Sandra huffs.
“Maybe she shouldn’t be so clumsy,” Sandra snaps and I have to look away from the glare my girl gives the woman because my cock has perked up—getting a hard on at a school dance is definitely not appropriate, but fuck, that mama bear look is hot.
“Lyra, go dance with Caleb, sweetheart,” Holly says softly, but I can hear the edge in her voice, and fuck, even Sandra swallows.
“B-But the mess,” Lyra stutters, and I glare harder at Sandra, who has the decency to at least look ashamed.
“Mrs. Jones is going to clean it up. Off you go—and maybe, before the party ends, you can convince Mr. Dirty to dance with you,” Holly says and I give her a mock glare, but she just side eyes me.
“Mr. Dirty can’t –”
I cut Sandra off before she can upset my little girl any further and I turn to Lyra and say, “I would love to have a dance with you, baby girl.”
She grins widely as Caleb grabs her hand and pulls her onto the dance floor and only once Lyra is out of earshot does Holly pounce.
“You ever make my daughter cry again, fuck my job, I’ll lay you out!” she snaps and fuck me.
Would it be inappropriate to rearrange my jeans?
“She–”
Holly cuts Sandra off, “dropped her drink becauseyousnapped at her for being at the table whenyoushould have been doing your rounds with the kids instead of trying to flirt with the parents, especially whenyouare a married woman!”
Oh shit…
Sandra blinks once then twice and as much as my girl won’t admit it, she’s jealous. Don’t get me wrong, seeing Lyra cry because of this woman pissed her off but she didn’t like her flirting with me and yes, my ego gets fucking bigger because for the past week she’s kept her cards close to her chest, trying her hardest not to fall for my charms.
She likes me, that much is clear, she can feel the connection, but she’s refusing to give in, which just pisses me off, but I also understand.
She hasn’t brought up Lyra’s biological father, and I’ve only ever seen Matty, so I don’t think he’s involved.
I could just press a few buttons on my computer, and I’d know instantly, but I want her to trust me, and to do that, she has to open herself up to me, which hopefully will happen soon.
