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“Good luck with your meeting. I hope the teacher goes easy on you,” she giggles.
I shake my head and laugh as I pull out of the driveway in the direction of the school. Anticipation runs through my veins at the thought of being in Sophia’s classroom and watching her in her element as a teacher…my hot as fuck teacher. The last time I was in there, she wasn’t mine, but it’s a whole new ballgame now. Miss Lane is about to have one parent/teacher conference that she won’t ever forget.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sophia
“Thank you for coming by,Mr. and Mrs. Patterson.” I lead them to the door and open it as we say our goodbyes. It’s the last one of the day, and I’m exhausted after back-to-back meetings all day.
Mrs. Davenport from the front office appears in the hallway as the couple walks away. “I hope you don’t mind, dear, but I scheduled a last-minute appointment with you.” I stop the groan that wants to come out. So much for leaving on time. “He was able to take off early last minute and practically begged me for this meeting. I felt bad for the guy, especially since he’s parenting all alone.”
That immediately gets my attention. “Who’s the meeting with?”
“Mr. Montgomery. I figured you wouldn’t mind since you love little Max so much. I think you already met him when he was running late that day, and you watched Max for a bit after school.”
I haven’t told anyone at work about our relationship. We thought it was best to keep our private life private for now fromthe school board. Why would he make an appointment, though? He knows everything he needs to know about Max and school.
“I don’t mind,” I tell Mrs. Davenport. “I’ll get Max’s stuff ready, and we can go over his progress real quick.”
“I didn’t think you would mind,” she smiles at me. “I’m going to head out since the last of the appointments are almost done.” She glances behind me, and I swear the seventy-year-old blushes. “Why hello, Mr. Montgomery. I was just telling Miss Lane that you were coming.”
I turn and meet the greys I love. His eyes are full of mischief as he glances at me before focusing on the older woman next to me.
“Hi, Mrs. Davenport. It’s lovely to see you again. Thanks for getting me in on such short notice. I would have hated to miss this appointment with Miss Lane.”
“It was no problem at all.” She blushes again, and I swear I hear a giggle escape. I glance at Travis, and he’s giving her his award-winning smile. I stop my eyes from rolling because I’ve hit an all-time low if I’m jealous of someone’s grandma hitting on him, but damn it, I can feel the charm oozing off of him. “Well, I’ll let you two get to it. I’ll see you tomorrow, dear.”
I nod my head as she walks away. When she’s out of earshot, I turn my attention to Mr. Charming himself. His grin widens when he sees a hint of jealousy come out. “You made an appointment?”
“Did you just get jealous over someone who could be my grandma?” He asks, ignoring my question.
“No,” I lie.
“Yes, you did. It’s written all over your face,” he laughs.
“She giggled for crying out loud, and her cheeks were bright red. You laid on the charm a bit thick, don’t you think?”
“All I did was be nice and smile at her.” He chuckles.
“I’m sure you just made her whole year by breathing next to her,” I mumble, earning another laugh from him. “Let me get my things, and we can leave.” Now that I know my last appointment is with Travis, there’s no sense in staying longer.
He follows me into the classroom, and I hear the door shut behind me.
“I don’t think so. I made an appointment with Miss Lane, and I intend to keep it.”
“Travis..”
“Miss Lane…” he says, cutting me off. His eyes roam down my body, causing goosebumps to appear. When they finally meet mine again, I swallow hard at the sheer heat I’m met with. My body responds on command like it always does with him. I watch him walk over and take a seat in the chair I have next to my desk for the parents today. “You ready, Miss Lane? Max tells me what a great teacher you are. I’m looking forward to seeing her in action.”
My brain registers what he’s up to, and my eyes get wide. Here? He wants to do his hot teacher fantasy here? He smirks when he sees my reaction and realizes I’ve caught on. I guess playing along for a bit won’t hurt.
“Let’s get to it then, Mr. Montgomery.” I walk to my desk and take a seat. Satisfaction and desire flash across his face when he realizes I’m going to play along. His eyes watch me with a predatory gleam about them as I get out Max’s folder. If he wants a hot teacher memory, he’s going to get one he won’t ever forget. I don’t do anything half-assed. He’s in my classroom now with my rules.
I wore my hair in a bun, so I leave it as is. I glance down at my white blouse and undo the top few buttons, allowing a hint of my lace bra to show. I hear him suck in a breath, and I hide my grin. I walk to the front of the desk and take a seat on theedge, crossing my legs so my skirt hikes up. I don’t miss the hungry look that reaches his eyes as he watches me.
“So, Mr. Montgomery…” I fill him in on how Max is doing and go over his progress, making sure to be every bit the good teacher I am. By the time we are done with the meeting, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. His gaze has seared parts of my body for the last forty minutes, and I’m having trouble concentrating on anything else.
“What’s the security like in this school, Miss Lane?”
