McKenna

I couldn’t sleep all night. I had all these random dreams that didn’t make any sense. I shook my head as I got out of bed and made my way to the shower. I had to be in my right mind if I would be talking to Paris’ father today. I didn’t mind the kid. He was so smart and attentive, but lately, he let a lot of kids get to him, and I didn’t understand why. Especially, when those kids were smaller than him in both height and build. I mean, he was taller than me, and he was only fifteen. I sighed and prepared myself for the day.

I was glad today was a day off for students, but I had back to back meetings with parents. Not all were bad, but it was still tiring. Just as I prepped for Paris’ meeting, I heard a whisper in my ear. ‘You were born for one purpose…to be mine.’ I turned toward the window at the right of my desk, but didn’t see anything.

 A shiver ran down my spine, and I turned to my left. When I turned, it was like a god stepped into my classroom. My eyes widened as a giant man, to my small stature, walked in wearing a dark burgundy, pin-striped three-piece suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie underneath. He even had the pocket square. His hair was in a low bun with the sides shaved a bit lower than the rest. His body looked like he spent enough time in the gym, lean but so muscular. His mismatched eyes, the right one gray, the left sea green, kept me captive behind those horn-rimmed glasses, making him look so WOW.

His low-cut beard showed off the structure of his jaw. As he got closer, I couldn’t move for a moment. I just stared at him as he sauntered in like he was a damn wet dream.

“Ms. Eros?” I heard my name called.

I blinked, looking to the side.

OH. MY. GOD!

 I was checking out a student’s parent. If I could be seen as blushing in my dark-mocha skin, I would’ve been caught red-handed. I cleared my throat and stood up. I walked over to where Paris stood with his father, and I looked higher and higher until I could meet his face. I was short, I knew that, but damn, this man. I stretched my hand out to greet him.

“Hello, my name is McKenna Eros. I’m Paris’ teacher. You must be his father?” I said as I ignored the jolt of electricity I felt going through my entire body. I gulped.

He smiled at me and my heart dropped to my panties.

“Yes, yes I am. I’m Alexander of Troy,” he said, and I cocked my eyebrow. What did he just say? Just before I could respond to it, Paris spoke up.

“He means he’s Alexander Troy.” I couldn’t even look away from Alexander to look at his son. I felt like I was caught under a spell.

Paris cleared his throat once, then twice, which caused me to take a step back and yank my hand from his father’s. I blinked rapidly and forced myself to look away, but I broke a sweat trying to do that.

The hell is wrong with me?

“Let’s,” I cleared my throat. “Let’s get this started, shall we?” I pointed toward the chairs across my desk.

Father and son took their seats, and still I pretended to shuffle some papers as my hands trembled. I took a breath and looked up at Paris first needing to focus on anybody other than his father who looked like lust on a damn stick.

“So, Paris, have you told your father the purpose of this meeting?” I asked him.

Paris nodded and looked up at his father, who I dared to look at as he rolled his eyes at Paris.

“He did.” That sandpapery voice traveled through my ears landing in all parts of my body.

“Okay.” My voice came out in a whisper, and I had to clear my throat again. “So, I just want to bring it to your attention, Paris hasn’t gotten into fights before, so I don’t see the need to suspend him. I spoke to the principal about it, and she agrees with me, but there are consequences.”

His father, Alexander, grinned. I watched as he was staring at my full lips while I talked. He licked his lips as his tattooed hand scratched his low-cut beard. His eyes twinkled as he caught me staring at his lips.

“What kind of consequences?” he asked.

Jesus!

 He needed to be on the radio or on some sort of hotline. I bet he could make women explode with just his voice.

“He has to offer to help out the younger kids. Since this school runs from elementary all the way to high school, he can stay after and help one of the teachers who just came off maternity leave.”

Paris spoke up, “Who? Mrs. Petra?”

“Yes,” I answered and looked back up at his father. “She teaches second and third grade, but she would love the extra help.”

Alexander sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and nodded as he still watched me. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since he came in there.

“Well, Paris?” I cleared my throat and looked at him. “What do you think?”

Paris shrugged. “Beats getting suspended. Dad would kill me.”

“You’re right about that,” Alexander spoke quickly, looking at Paris then back at me. “Your last name is Eros? It means passionate love, right?”

My eyes widened so much, I was sure they would pop out the sockets.

WHAT!

Paris grumbled, saying something under his breath I didn’t hear.

“Yes,” I squeaked. “My mom was into Greek everything.”

“Hmm,” he responded still staring at me. He fixed his glasses and then spoke again. “What does your first name mean?”

“McKenna?” I scrambled through my mind trying to remember what my mother told me. “Oh, it means fiery or born from flames; something like that. She thought it was a cute word play to name me McKenna Eros. ‘Fiery love’.” I chuckled, but looking into Alexander’s eyes, he wasn’t smiling. If anything, it seemed like he was lost in thought.

I watched as he removed his glasses from his face, shutting his eyes as he rubbed his temple. He cracked his neck, and I saw a little bit of a neck tattoo peeking through his collar. Then, he groaned low, and it traveled from my toes all the way up to my brain. It shot up so fast that I felt like I had been electrocuted. He stopped rubbing his temple then straightened up and looked at me. There was something there in his eyes, but I didn’t know what. He pulled out a cloth from inside his suit jacket pocket.

“Ms. Eros?”

“Yes?”

“So, that means you’re not married?”

How many times was I going to be shocked by this man today? Was he asking me that in front of his son?

“No, not yet. I’m engaged, soon to be married.”

“Not for long,” he said nonchalantly as he placed his glasses back on his face and stood up. He fixed his suit jacket and stretched his hand out to a dumbfounded me. I think I reached out of habit as I placed my hand in his. “It was a pleasure meeting you,” he said as he leaned down and kissed the back of my hand.

I climaxed. Oh Jesus Christ. No, I didn’t.

As if he knew what just happened, he smirked looking down at my hard, pebbled nipples that peaked through my button up. He winked at me and put my hand down on the desk.

“Let’s go, kid.”

“Yes, Dad. Sorry about that, Ms. Eros.” I heard Paris say, but I was so out of it trying to understand how I just came in my black dress pants from a mere kiss on my hand.

I heard Alexander answer him. “Why are you apologizing?” he asked as they walked away.

“Because she’s engaged, and you flirted with her, Dad. I apologized on your behalf.”

Alexander chuckled. “Why would I apologize to my future wife?” He shrugged. Those words snapped me out of whatever state I was in. I turned to say something, but they had walked out of the room.

“Jesus be a fence.” I hoped to never see Alexander Troy ever again.

 

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