Page 7 of Teaching His Babygirl

“I locked myself out of my room. I need the master key,” she pants.

I wave at Judy and take my leave so I can get my bearings before class starts.

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The first twoclasses go without a hitch… the third not so much. “Mr. Zimmerman, would you like to tell the whole class what you’re whispering about?” I ask after the fourth time he’s interrupted my lecture.

His friend slaps his shoulder and eggs him on, encouraging him to tell the class whatever he was saying. I suddenly regret the threat, especially when he turns to look at me, and I recognize the heated look in his eyes.

“I was just wondering if your pussy tastes like cherry pie, Miss Larson.”

My jaw drops as the rest of the class is half gasps and half riotous laughter. In all my years of teaching, I have never had anyone say something so inappropriate to me. I’m stunned into silence.

“Well, does it?” One of the other boys asks.

That shakes me out of my stupor. “Mr. Zimmerman and Mr. Yardley, principal’s office now.” They both high-five on their way out the door. The rest of the class sits in stunned silence as if they can’t believe what just happened. I know I sure can’t.

I mean, what the actual fuck. Since when do students talk to teachers like that? Thankfully the bell rings, and I can dismiss my class. I take a couple steadying breaths before making my way down to the office. I don’t want those idiot boys trying to downplay what happened.

Judy gives me a puzzled look when she sees me. Her eyes flashing between the two boys sitting in front of the closed door to Mr. James’ office and me. “Hello, Judy. Is Mr. James free? Mr. Zimmerman and Mr. Yardly and I need to have a little chat about classroom decorum.”

“He’s ready for you.”

I give her a bright smile. “Thank you, Judy.” I turn to the boys and wave my hand between them and the door. “Gentlemen, if you would.”

“Todd, Leon… What brings you to my office on the first day of school?” A familiar voice asks from inside the office. My heart starts to race as I close the door and step around the boys. I gasp in shock as I take in Colt sitting behind a big wooden desk, looking every part the stern disciplinarian.

“Darlene,” Colt says, equally as shocked at my appearance as I am at having just walked into his office. He clears his throat. “Miss Larson,” he quickly corrects himself.

“Mr. James,” I say with a nod of deference to his position. “It seems that Mr. Zimmerman and Mr. Yardley need a lesson in respect.”

He raises his brow at the acid in my tone. Both boys have their shoulders hunched and are looking very much like petulant children.

“Is that true, boys?”

They both shrug their shoulders.

“Why don’t you tell Mr. James exactly what you said, Mr. Zimmerman,” I say with a benevolent smile. A smile that says I’m very much going to enjoy what’s about to happen.

Neither of the boys makes a move to say anything, which is unsurprising. I wouldn’t want to be called out in front of Colt James either. He’s looking especially stern—and sexy—today. Unfortunately, my pussy agrees, and I’m finding myself horny on top of being angry about the disrespectful kids we’re here for.

I clear my throat, trying to shake off the memories from Friday night. “Well, boys, will you tell him, or should I?” I ask, feeling vindicated at their obvious embarrassment in the face of a man like Colt. He’s the kind of man that demands respect, and I can only imagine his reaction.

“Alright, then. Let’s see if I can recall correctly,” I say to Mr. Zimmerman. The boy cringes back like I just verbally smacked him. He doesn’t think I’ll say it… I know what he’s thinking. The buttoned-up art teacher will shy away, and they’ll be off the hook. He’d be wrong. I may dress the part of a conservative woman to the outside world, but inside I’m wild and untamed. “You’ll correct me if I’m wrong, won’t you?” I ask innocently, making both boys cringe again.

This is too much fun, really. I’ve moved on from anger to enjoying watching them squirm like fish on a hook.

“Mr. Zimmerman here was wondering if my pussy tastes like cherry pie, and Mr. Yardley seconded his musings.”

Colt’s icy blue eyes turn furious as he slams his hands on his desk, rising from his seat like an avenging angel.

“You what?!” he bellows, looking between the boys and me. A possessive fury is written on his features as plain as day. I hope the boys only see it as outrage and not the protectiveness it appears to be.

Maybe I’m just seeing things that aren’t there. Wishful thinking is what it is… what it has to be. Which is stupid now that it’s finally sinking in that Colt is, for all intents and purposes, my new boss and entirely off-limits. No matter how much I want him, it just can’t happen. I can’t risk messing up my new job. Even if it means giving up something that I spent every minute of every day obsessing over since he kissed me goodbye Friday night.

“I cannot believe you would say something like that,” Colt says, reining in his anger slightly. “The disrespect you’ve shown Miss Larson, on her first day no less, is utterly appalling.”

“Sorry, Mr. James,” both boys parrot.

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