The tip of her tongue darts out to lick some of the frosting off the top, and I’m rock-hard within seconds.
She’s going to pay for that later.
“Hello, Mr. Wolfe,” she greets me as she rises to stand. “Heath was so sweet to bring me over a snack.”
“Does he get extra credit?”
“Dadddd,” Heath whines, clearly not into the whole brown-nose thing.
“No,” Sienna replies with that pretty smile still intact and peers back down at Heath. “But he does get ten bucks from me for the special delivery. Will you come get it before you leave today?”
“Sure.” He starts to fidget, obviously wanting to dip because my forced ass-kissing has had its toll.
“Mr. Morris is taking the kids outside,” Sienna states. “Do you wanna?—”
“Yeah!” Heath pivots, and he’s gone.
No bye.
No thanks.
No later, Dad.
Nothing.
For the first time since coming over here, I acknowledge the dude in the suit. He appears to be in his mid-40s, with some graying on the long stubble of his beard, and I’m not impressed that he’s still standing here.
“Which kid is yours?” I ask casually, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
“Angela. She’s the one with the brownies and?—”
“Oh…” My brows furrow. “You mean the kid who threw up with the blonde hair?”
His eyes widen before he pivots and begins jogging in the direction of wherever the hell his kid is.
“Take me to your classroom, Sienna,” I order, keeping my voice low in case someone is nearby.
“For?”
“Girl…” I hit her with an exasperated look. “You keep wearin’ dresses. Then you tell me on our last date and through text messages how you want to take this cock, and I’m ready to give it to you.”
She smiles and looks down the hallway. “You know damn well, I can’t.”
“Can’t…scared—” Her head snaps over to me with wide eyes.
“I’mnot…” She huffs.
This cute full-body huff, and I won.
“You’re lucky I like you and give a fuck if you still have a job.”
“This is stupid.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” I turn my body so that my back is to the parents. “Then you won’t be able to contain yourself.”
She glowers at me. “If hitting you wouldn’t cause a scene, I would.”
“How about a kiss?” I take a dangerous step, knowing that this could look a little intimate, but I think we’ve got the angle down. I’m so much taller than Sienna that it’d be hard to tell. “I’m fucking fiending for you, Miss Vesper.”
