Indecent Desires

Chapter 4

When Katrina woke the next morning, there was a full glass of
red wine on her nightstand and three essays left to grade. Damn.
Should have seen that one coming.
The day was long. It was Friday. Fridays were always long and
as she sat at her desk during free writing time, she tried to grade the
rest of the essays. “Ms. Page?” The voice was quiet and when she
looked up Seth Adler was standing in front of her. She was suddenly
hit with guilt as she took in his sweet face. He had his father’s eyes
and for whatever reason, she felt as though every rude word she’d
said to his father was spoken in front of him. It wasn’t of course and
he’d deserved it for sure.
Beyond that, his father had a steely hard demeanor that she’d
failed to crack in any way whatsoever, so her guilt didn’t make any
sense but it was there nonetheless.
“Hey, Seth. What’s up?”
“My dad said I needed to talk to you about joining a study group
for
reading during study hall?”
“Yeah. I’d love to have you in the group. I think it’ll really help you
with your studies but I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble with
your father. I certainly didn’t intend to. I just really think it would be a
great group for you.”
“Oh no. I’m not in trouble. He was glad you asked me to join. He
just wanted me to make sure I was there when I was supposed to
be.” Huh?
And here she’d assumed Mr. Adler would put little stock in her
group.
“Great. Third period, this room. We work on comprehension
exercises
for the most part but we work in a group. So we may read
individually
for a while but then we discuss and quiz each other over the
material. It’s
more fun than it sounds, and I always have snacks to help you
ruin your
appetite for lunch.” She smiled at Seth as his eyebrows shot up.
Her reading group was actually one of the highlights of her day. It
was a small group and it allowed them to work as a group and
actually
have some fun with it at the same time. It didn’t mean she wasn’t
ready
to be done with this Friday. She was more than ready for
margaritas at
Cabos with Imogen.
The day inched along painfully slowly and when her cell rang just
as
she was waving to the last of her students on the way out her
classroom
door, she snatched it up quickly.
“Cabos. Now.” Then Imogen hung up on her. Hello weekend
margaritas.