MICAH: You know I will.
Glimpsing up at the door with my son’s room number, I put away my phone again and round the corner to enter room 107. My knuckles hover over the wood to knock when my eyes find the desk at the front of the room.
And then I freeze.
Hovering over a stack of papers with a pen wiggling between her fingers is a young woman with dark brown locks and slender hands. Her baby pink dress modestly hugs her curves as I study the high cheekbones of her face and that stunning side profile that I just stared at five days ago.
“Fuck.”
Sienna lifts her head, a smile already spread on her face, when her brows knit a bit from my obvious standing here. “Micah…what are you doing here?”
I fucked my kid’s teacher.
The thought fills my head immediately and leads to a whole bunch of unnecessary shit that I don’t want to cipher through right now.
Thank shit my kid is six and wouldn’t understand any of this, butgoddamn, does she not look anything but fucking sexy behind that desk.
It conjures up that wholehot for the teacherscenario in my head, and I can’t say that I ever had one before that made my cock instantly hard.
Now, I have.
Stealing another look down her body, it doesn’t take but a second to find her modest but sexy-as-fuck neckline. It dips downward, teasing the possibility of tugging the soft-looking material to the side as I’d shove her ass against the edge of her desk and stand between her legs.
I want to taste her neck again and feel how warm her skin is underneath the fabric.
However, this room is filled with colorful decor of numbers and the alphabet. There are little cubbies that are small enough to put little kid things in and posters about being kind and keeping your hands to yourself.
The latter is the last thing I want to do right now.
Yet, I can’t help the sliver of anxiety rising in my chest at how she’s going to react when I state, “I’m Heath’s father.”
Sienna quickly glances down at something on her desk, her chestnut waves cascading aimlessly down her shoulders as if confirming said fact, and my son’s birth certificate is lying in front of her. “But…his name is Luca.”
Yeah…
“My name is Luca.” She glances back up at me, those honey-brown eyes brimming with confusion and, I think, a bit of betrayal. “I go by Micah.”
“Why would?—”
“Luca Micah Wolfe,” I insert for her, allowing the dumbass rhyming to ring out for my legal name. “My mother was obviously not in her right mind when she named me. And I hate the name Luca, so I never go by it.”
Her pink lips part, the reality of our situation probably sinking into her head now that this is fucking weird, awkward asall hell, but it is what it is. I can’t change that this isn’t a social visit, nor what we literally just implied that we were going to do to each other only minutes ago.
Honestly, I’m just shocked that her emails to me to meet up were that fucking annoying when she definitely hasn’t been at all.
She clears her throat, shoving back the unease of the situation when she says, “Well…I should go over Heath’s grades and what I called you in for today.”
Yeah, I don’t want to do this.
I don’t need the girl I’m fucking to school me on my kid. We’re not even at that point in our relationship where I would even introduce him to her. Yet, she’s with him during the day more than I am, which creates a layer of encroachment that I wasn’t ready for.
“What are your concerns, Sienna?” I try to keep my tone even because this isn’t her fault.
It’s mine.
I forged on with dragging her out of that bar and tugging her into my truck. I began kissing her, relishing in the window of opportunity that presented itself to get her alone. And I also stupidly dreamt of more.
Sienna straightens her spine and gestures for the blue chair in front of her desk. “It’s Miss Vesper, and my concerns are how he’s been behaving in class.”
