Midnight Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Meeting

I walked into the last class of the day and put my backpack on the ground next to the middle school's office desk. I was a senior at my high school and I already took all of my core classes, so I decided on an easy A and became a T.A. for the middle school secretary. In layman's terms, I was the secretary to the secretary.

I took a seat in my usual spot and pulled out my homework. I never had to really do anything in this class, so I figured I'd get all my schoolwork done and then after school I was completely free. When I get done with all of my homework Mrs. Karlson would let me go home early. It was a great way to end the school day.

I smelled the scent of roses and cigarette smoke and automatically knew that Mrs. Karlson walked through the door. She always tried to be discreet about her smoking, but I'd grown up around smokers all my life, I knew exactly what it smelled like. Nobody else seemed to notice it, so I just let it go, no sense in embarrassing her.

"Well hello beautiful girl!" Mrs. Karlson said, I looked up from my textbook and smiled at her. Her fiery red hair was up in a ponytail as always, and she was wearing her normal 'Let's go Lions!' T-shirt and black capris. She was very into sports and her body showed it. She was lean and muscular, showing off all the work she put into making her body as fit as possible. Her blue eyes popped against her pale white skin, and the only makeup she wore was a tinted lip balm.

She always had some complementary way of saying hello to me. I'd known her since I was little, she was friends with my parents. The most common one was beautiful girl, but there was also pretty lady, gorgeous girl, and a plethora of others.

"Hi Mrs. Karlson."

"Sweetie, I've told you a million times, and I'll tell you a million more. My name's Diane, no sense in being formal."

I smiled at her and nodded. It seemed weird to call her by her first name, it's too informal. I know that she's my parent's friend, but that doesn't excuse the fact that she's also my "teacher," calling her Diane was just too weird for me.

"I have some good news and some bad news." She sat down in her chair and swiveled it towards me. I looked up at her and raised my eyebrows, intrigued.

"The bad news is that I can't let you leave early anymore. I guess the high school principal found out and he is not happy about it. I don't see what the problem is, but hey, I'm not the boss."

I shrugged my shoulders to show her I was okay with it and I didn't really care, even though I did. It was one of the main reasons why I loved coming here. Oh well, it was usually only fifteen minutes anyway, I guess I could stick it out.

"The good news is that we have someone else becoming a T.A.! Don't worry, you're still my number one, but this student just transferred here and I guess they don't know where to put him."

Right after she finished her sentence I heard someone knock on the door. I looked up and saw him. I sucked in a breath and hoped that my face wasn't as red as it felt. He was at least six foot four, maybe even taller.

"Am I in the right place?" He asked, looking around the room, surveying it. His voice sent chills up my spine. It was deep and husky, reverberating deep inside my chest.

"Depends, is your name-" Mrs. Karlson looked at her sheet of paper on her desk, "-Jackson Ryder?" He nodded his head and walked through the open door and into the room. I gave him a once over when I thought he wasn't looking, but could have sworn I saw a slight smirk on his face.

To say he was well built was an understatement. His white long-sleeved shirt looked a little worn, like it's the only thing he wore, and it fit snuggly showing off his muscles. His dark brown hair was a little shaggy, but it framed his face perfectly. His eyes were the color of emeralds and he smelled faintly of...a sandalwood candle? He put his backpack next to mine and looked around to see if there was an empty chair.