Page 3 of Mr. Silver
Fearne
After thinking this day was only going to get worse, I’ve been pleasantly surprised. My four classes today have gone fairly smoothly, and bar a couple of students not handing in homework I’ve not had any issues. That doesn’t mean I can focus on what I’m trying to mark, though.
Assembly might have been hours ago now, but I can still vividly remember the shock of electricity that raced through me whenhelooked at me. I can still feel the tingling in my belly when I think about the eye contact that held between us, even with the distance across the vast hall.
When someone knocks on my classroom door, I think nothing of it. Kids are always poking their heads in, asking for board markers or to borrow a textbook.
“Yeah,” I call without looking up from the essay I’m desperately trying to read.
The door clicks and squeaks open, and I’m just about to look up, wondering why the person hasn’t asked anything, when I hear that voice.
“Miss Walsh?”
My heart races and my body trembles.Shit,why’s he in my classroom?
“Yeah…uh…hi.” My chair goes crashing back into the wall behind me as I rush to stand and awkwardly stick my hand out for him to shake.
A smile twitches at his lips as he looks from my face and down to my outstretched hand.
Slowly, he lifts his arm and his fingers slide against mine. Sparks shoot up my arm the second we touch, and my eyes fly up to his in surprise.
His gaze widens very slightly, but if he’s surprised by the reaction, he doesn’t really show it.
His warm fingers wrap around my tiny hand and a little squeal passes my lips when I’m suddenly pulled forward. His body heat burns my front. I keep my eyes focused on his silver tie in front of me. Lowering his head, his breath tickles my ear.
“Tell me you’re single,” he demands.
Disgusted that he’s only come here with one thing in mind, my body moves before my brain jumps into action. My hand pulls away and the next thing I know my palm stings like a mother and he’s holding his cheek. Fire fills his eyes, and if I thought for one minute that was going to put him off, I was very,verywrong.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Take it however you like. I’m sorry, but I’m quite busy.”
“No problem.” I watch as his wide strides eat up the distance between us. “I’ve got all day.”
My mouth drops at his arrogance. “You want to watch me mark these essays?”
“No, I’m going to wait for you to mark those essays and then I’m taking you out for dinner.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
“You will.”
“Will I?” I’m not sure whether to be offended or impressed by the fact he clearly thinks so highly of himself. “I’m sure there are plenty of women out there who’ll hang off your every word, Mr. Hudson. But I can assure you, I am not one of them.”
“Thank fuck for that. Those women bore the shit out of me.”
I stand and stare at him, completely gobsmacked by this whole conversation.
“Come on. I missed lunch so I’d rather not eat too late.”
“I’m not having dinner with you,” I argue, but the determined look on his face tells me this man always gets what he wants, and that includes me.
He watches my every move as I walk back over to my desk and retrieve my chair. Pulling the paper I was previously attempting to read back to the front of my desk, I try to concentrate on the words. They all blur into one, and the only things I can focus on are his masculine scent filling the room and the gentle thrum of awareness coursing through my body knowing he’s staring at me.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I place my hands flat on the desk and risk looking up at him. The words that were about to come out of my mouth disappear as he winds me once again with the intensity of his stare. Ripping my eyes from his, I take him in, his unique silver hair that makes him look much older from a distance than he really is, his pale blue eyes, his strong cheekbones and sharp jaw line.
I don’t get any farther because he clears his throat, dragging my gaze back up to his. “Can we go yet?” Amusement fills his features, showing me a different side to this arrogant businessman.
I consider my options—sit here pretending to mark these essays while he stares at me, or just go out and eat. One sounds much more appealing, even if I’m not interested in him.
“Fine, but you need to take me home first to change.” Standing once again, I pull my coat from the back of the chair and go to put it on. But the second I move, I find him right beside me.
“Why? The innocent teacher look is so fucking hot.” The intensity of the blush that hits my cheeks doesn’t stop until my neck and chest are glowing red. “Allow me,” he says, taking my coat from me and holding it out. The gentlemanly move is at total odds with his words just moments ago.
