Charlotte:Earn it 5-0.
Oh, Charlotte, I will and I’ll never let go.
Chapter 17
Lottie
Winterbreaktimesplitsup into two and a half weeks with Christmas and New Years meshed in between. In other words, the education department is in gear for Christmas parties with the shelter, picking out Christmas trees, and creating memories with the families that haven’t had the chance to make their own.
Finn sits in my office trying to unwind a string of Christmas lights. He starts to groan and whine, “Stupid fuu…reaking lights,” he mutters out.
“Nice save, watch your mouth,” I tell him.
“Why can’t someone else do this?” He grumbles again. His eyes skate towards Keola, glaring at him in anger.
“Because someone didn’t listen when I told him to watch what he does with the painted chicken surprise and I was cleaning paint and feathers.” I remind him. I couldn’t believe that this little man found animal friendly paint, a couple chickens, and a space to keep them.
“How was I supposed to know that they would run into the other classrooms,” He groans.
“I think you can slow down on the pranks, he’s not going anywhere.” I say. I’m not going to say there is a relationship there, but it’s something.
My body shivers remembering the way his touch felt on my skin, the way one touch wasn’t going to be enough. The pleasure that ripped through me, allowing me to let go, everything that lets me relive it all. But one touch still has me hungry for more.
“Why?” Finn questions me.
I stumble over my words, “Just because.”
“You like him, don’t you?” My nephew is too smart for his own good.
“Maybe.”
He shakes his head, “Okay. Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yeah. You said slow down, not stop.” He snarks.
There’s a knock at my door, “Hey, have you seen Cedric?” I look up to see Layla and Amelia stand at the frame. Cedric’s not here? That is unusual. Typically he’s off from his semester and is here more.
“I haven’t seen him.” Finn chimes in.
“Same,” I admit, but now I’m worried. I scroll through my contacts finding his name. I tap it to put it on speaker phone.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
“Hi, you have reached,” the voicemail starts to play.
“Weird,” I say. “Has anyone checked emails?”
They shake their heads. My stomach starts to twist in knots. I don’t like what I’m feeling, nervousness, worry, this isn’t like him. My mind travels back to Marcus. I have an idea, but it may be much of an ask.
The phone starts to ring, and a smooth voice rings out, “Charlotte.”
It’s a good thing that I didn’t put this on speaker. “5-0, I need a favor.”
