head. Michelle had been known to make up all kinds of things to avoid tests, including talking giraffes and purple unicorns, all of which desperately needed Chloe’s attention. Actually a “funny man” was a pretty tame creation for a child which Chloe was sure was going to grow up to be a writer of fantastic fiction some day.
“Go sit down and finish your test,” she told Michelle again. “And no more water or bathroom breaks until you do. You’re distracting the rest of the class.”
Michelle sighed audibly, causing snickers from her seated classmates. “All right, but he gots a funny face and about a bizillion roses and he said he wants to talk to you!”
“What?” Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, but she told herself firmly that she was just being foolish. It was just Michelle’s overactive imagination trying to get her out of a test again—wasn’t it? Her mind started working overtime. Should she go outside and check just to be sure? But she didn’t like to leave her class alone, even for a moment. The amount of trouble they could get into the minute her back was turned was staggering—teaching was not for the faint of heart.
Looking around she saw that Lisette Gonzales, one of her more mature students, was already finished with her test and looking bored. With lips that felt numb and cold, she called Lisette forward and gave her the coveted job of classroom monitor for five minutes. The little girl sat proudly behind the teacher’s desk at the head of the class and Chloe walked on legs that felt like rubber out of her classroom and into the hall.
“Hi.” Mark looked just as she remembered him—well, except for the black leather mask, of course. He was indeed holding, as Michelle had reported, about a bizillion long-stemmed red roses.
“Hi.” Chloe felt like someone had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart. She didn’t know what to say. Emotions swamped her at the sight of him—anger, need, desire, lust, pain… She decided to go with anger—it was definitely the least pathetic one of the bunch.
“I don’t know why you’re here, but I really can’t talk to you right now.” She used her coolest voice, hoping he would get the point. “I can’t leave my class alone.”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it covered.” The voice came from right behind her. Chloe jumped in fright and turned around just in time to see her twin, dressed in a brown dress and sensible black heels identical to her own with her hair in a tight twist at the back of her neck, entering Chloe’s first grade classroom.
“Zoe, no ,” she hissed, horrified.
“Don’t worry.” Her twin’s green eyes sparkled. “I’m good at making people mind, remember? Besides, I owe you a favor.” The door snicked closed and Zoe’s voice could be heard saying, “Pencils down, class, and pass your papers forward.”
“Well, I guess that takes care of that.” Mark grinned at her and Chloe had a brief moment of blinding panic when she realized she was alone in the hall with the man she’d had extremely kinky sex with only two and a half weeks ago.
“Listen, I really can’t—”
“Just give me five minutes,” he said, thrusting the roses at her. “Five minutes is all I ask and then I’ll leave you alone forever—if you want me to.” His deep blue eyes pleaded with her and Chloe found herself melting despite her inner resolve to be angry.
“All right,” she said, taking the huge bunch of roses which were wrapped in crinkling green tissue paper. “But we can’t talk out here.” She looked around and spotted an empty classroom down the hall. “Here,” she said, leading him inside it and shutting the door. “But make it quick—I can’t leave my class alone with Zoe for too long, no matter how good she is at ‘making people mind’.” Then she blushed, realizing what she’d just said.
“You weren’t half bad at it yourself if I recall correctly.” Mark grinned and moved a little
“Go sit down and finish your test,” she told Michelle again. “And no more water or bathroom breaks until you do. You’re distracting the rest of the class.”
Michelle sighed audibly, causing snickers from her seated classmates. “All right, but he gots a funny face and about a bizillion roses and he said he wants to talk to you!”
“What?” Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, but she told herself firmly that she was just being foolish. It was just Michelle’s overactive imagination trying to get her out of a test again—wasn’t it? Her mind started working overtime. Should she go outside and check just to be sure? But she didn’t like to leave her class alone, even for a moment. The amount of trouble they could get into the minute her back was turned was staggering—teaching was not for the faint of heart.
Looking around she saw that Lisette Gonzales, one of her more mature students, was already finished with her test and looking bored. With lips that felt numb and cold, she called Lisette forward and gave her the coveted job of classroom monitor for five minutes. The little girl sat proudly behind the teacher’s desk at the head of the class and Chloe walked on legs that felt like rubber out of her classroom and into the hall.
“Hi.” Mark looked just as she remembered him—well, except for the black leather mask, of course. He was indeed holding, as Michelle had reported, about a bizillion long-stemmed red roses.
“Hi.” Chloe felt like someone had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart. She didn’t know what to say. Emotions swamped her at the sight of him—anger, need, desire, lust, pain… She decided to go with anger—it was definitely the least pathetic one of the bunch.
“I don’t know why you’re here, but I really can’t talk to you right now.” She used her coolest voice, hoping he would get the point. “I can’t leave my class alone.”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it covered.” The voice came from right behind her. Chloe jumped in fright and turned around just in time to see her twin, dressed in a brown dress and sensible black heels identical to her own with her hair in a tight twist at the back of her neck, entering Chloe’s first grade classroom.
“Zoe, no ,” she hissed, horrified.
“Don’t worry.” Her twin’s green eyes sparkled. “I’m good at making people mind, remember? Besides, I owe you a favor.” The door snicked closed and Zoe’s voice could be heard saying, “Pencils down, class, and pass your papers forward.”
“Well, I guess that takes care of that.” Mark grinned at her and Chloe had a brief moment of blinding panic when she realized she was alone in the hall with the man she’d had extremely kinky sex with only two and a half weeks ago.
“Listen, I really can’t—”
“Just give me five minutes,” he said, thrusting the roses at her. “Five minutes is all I ask and then I’ll leave you alone forever—if you want me to.” His deep blue eyes pleaded with her and Chloe found herself melting despite her inner resolve to be angry.
“All right,” she said, taking the huge bunch of roses which were wrapped in crinkling green tissue paper. “But we can’t talk out here.” She looked around and spotted an empty classroom down the hall. “Here,” she said, leading him inside it and shutting the door. “But make it quick—I can’t leave my class alone with Zoe for too long, no matter how good she is at ‘making people mind’.” Then she blushed, realizing what she’d just said.
“You weren’t half bad at it yourself if I recall correctly.” Mark grinned and moved a little
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