Chapter 32
Sexting
It had been almost two long months since the night he’d fucked himself over good and hard. Dropping Hawk off for school each morning and picking him up again had been the only times he’d caught sight of Alina. Even then she normally turned her back to him as soon as she realized he was there. For his part, he’d never gotten off his bike and approached her.
What was he going to say? “Hey sorry that I’m ass hat. Want to date me again?” Like she’d ever made a conscious decision to date him in the first place. She’d just kind of been thrown into some dangerous situations with him. Now the danger was over and she’d clearly moved on. Just when he thought she’d never look at him again with affection or need, it happened.
He pulled up outside the school to pick Hawk up. Marlow had beat him to the curb by about a minute and his pretty little school teacher, jumped right on the back of his bike. He sat there waiting for his son to come out. Seeing Marlow and Dianne together was wonderful. Yet it also sent daggers into his soul, for they shared what he longed to have more than anything. Alina smiled at her friend and waved to Marlow.
Then her gaze skipped back to him. Her eyes turned sultry and eyes slid down his body, awaking every dormant need he’d been trying to ignore. Without thinking he jerked his chin indicating that she should come to him. She looked startled but that familiar warmth began to curl through his gut when complied. He watched as she moved ever closer, seeming to gain confidence with each step in his direction.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Hark?”
So it was going to be like that, was it? Fine. He’d play her game. “Ms. Stuart. Nice to see you again. I’m concerned about my son’s performance.”
Brushing the nails of one hand over her tailored jacket she responded crisply. “Feel free to make an appointment with any of his teachers. We have a faculty senate day coming up. There will no students present, so all his teachers will be free to meet with you.”
“Are you willing to meet with me?”
“If it’s regarding a student, of course.”
Smiling smugly, Hammer began putting on helmet. “I’ll text you the particulars.”
“Rest assured, I’ll respond promptly. I’m trustworthy that way.”
“I don’t doubt that for a moment.”
Alina turned on her heel and began to walk away. Suddenly, she stopped short. “I only meet with parents and legal guardians. So, leave the pretty blonde distractions back at the clubhouse.”
Catty. That meant she was jealous. Hammer felt like running a victory mile. Careful not to allow his euphoria to show on his face, he responded sharply. “I can’t believe you just told me something like that.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she snorted. “I can’t believe you need to be told something like that.”
“I’m not loving the smart mouth, doll. Makes me want to put it to better use.”
Her eyes flew open and she jerked around, stomping off. Hammer watched her stalk away, enjoying the sight of her ass jigging with each forceful step. The next thing he knew, his son was standing by his side.
“I may not be an expert on women but I don’t think that’s the way to get yours back.”
Hammer smiled for the first time in weeks. “Who says I want her back?”
“You so do. She asks about you all the time.”
“Does she now?” Hammer licked his lips as he turned that little nugget over in his mind.
Later that evening he texted the object of his affections.
‘Hey, Kitten. When’s this faculty day?’
‘I’m not your kitten, Mr. Hark. Faculty Senate Day is the day after tomorrow.’
‘You don’t have to be a bitch about it.’
‘Sorry, I thought you were just winding me up.’
‘Well I ain’t just winding you up. I am afraid though.’
‘What in God’s name do you have to be afraid of, Hammer?’
Ha, she called him Hammer instead of Mr. Hark.
‘I want to be appropriate and I’m worried I won’t be.’
‘What do you mean appropriate. I didn’t realize you concerned yourself with such things.’
‘When I first met you, I had this reoccurring fantasy about meeting you at school when there were no kids around.’
‘You had a what?????’
Ha, too many question marks. Means she’s keen to know more.
‘You know, a fantasy about you and me.’
‘Really. What kind of fantasy?’ She immediately followed that text with another. ‘I mean if you tell me then we can make sure to steer clear of slippery slopes and that kind of thing. We want to keep it professional after all.’
Hammer smiled as he texted away. ‘I used to fantasize about meeting you one day, just the two of us all alone in the school. The lights were dim.”
‘Really? What were you wearing?’
Hammer was taken aback for a brief second. This was starting to sound like traditional phone sex only with texting.
Deciding to be devious he responded. ‘Well I’m wearing my cut with no shirt underneath because I couldn’t find a clean one. I know how much you love seeing my tats. I’m also wearing those really tight jeans with the rips on the knees.’
‘The ones that make your butt look nice.’
“Yea, only for some reason the top couple of buttons won’t stay closed.’ Would she recognize that as the universal signal for a guy wanting sexed at his club? She’d been around a while, so she might.
‘And…’
‘Well when I see you…naturally it causes problems with me staying in my jeans.’
‘I’m sure we can work around a problem like that.’
‘In real life, I’m sure we can. However in my…well never mind.’
‘Go on.’
‘Well in my fantasy, you make me sit on your desk right in front of you. You tell me what a bad boy I’ve been and how I should have more self-control. I don’t feel very contrite and…’
‘Yes…’
‘You do that little thing you do with your tongue. You know, the one that drives me wild.’
‘I’m sure you’ve taught that little trick to every whore in the clubhouse by now.’
“Haven’t touched a one of them since you left. Was getting ready to get rid of blonde but you…’
‘I know, we’re getting off track.’
Hammer smiled. His sexy little teacher didn’t want to talk about reality. She wanted to fantasize with him right now and he was so in the mood to share. ‘Well, anyways. You tell me all about how lonely you’ve been, how no other man quiet does it for you, and how your pretty little kitty needs some Hammer time.’ Okay that may been a little over the top but he really couldn’t help himself. He waited breathlessly to see what her reply would be.
‘None of that’s true.’
‘Maybe not in real life, but in my personal fantasy it’s the Gods honest truth, baby.’
‘I see. What else happens?’
‘We end up switching places and it’s your turn to get in trouble for being naughty. Let’s just say we both take our punishments like grown-ups.’
‘I always did like your punishments, big guy.’
Now she’d slipped up and used her favorite endearment for him. ‘Well, kitten. In my fantasy, I pull up your nice little pencil skirt and nail your sexy ass to the wall.’
‘You’ve done that before.’
‘Yea, and you loved it.’
‘Too bad we can’t do that kind of thing anymore.’
‘You sure about that, kitten?’
‘Not interested in being your whore, Mr. Hark.’
Shit, they were back to surnames. That sucked. ‘Why don’t you give me your very last time slot of the day and we’ll just see about that, Ms. Stuart?’
‘4:45 pm.’
‘See you then, kitten.’
Hammer closed his phone and began planning his next move. He’d decided he was getting his pretty little bitch back and that’s all there was to it.