Indecent Desires

Chapter 5

“And how was the study group yesterday?” Forcing Seth to
communicate with him was getting more difficult by the grade
level. But
Dillon was intent on spending some time with him, at least on this
weekend. He wasn’t on the clock until Sunday night and so come
Saturday night, Dillon was dragging his butt to the movies
whether Seth wanted to go or not.
“Ms. Page’s cool. The group’s fun. Not much more to say, Dad.”
He
had that annoyed tone to his voice as though there was no logical
reason
his father should be so interested in his life. But he was trapped
beside him in the car with little means of escape.
“Cool, huh? I wouldn’t have pegged her as cool during
conferences a
couple nights ago.” There was a whole lot more he could say
about his
impression of the woman than that but he was guessing it’d be
inappropriate to speak so poorly of his son’s English teacher in
front of
him. She’d rattled him. She was pissed and it left him defensive.
But she
was cute as hell too and that left his mind wandering to places it
had no
business going with her.
She was too young for him, he was guessing. Mid-to-late
twenties to
his mid-thirties and with an attitude like hers he’d be a glutton for
punishment. But she sure as hell didn’t have an attitude in his
fantasies
of her.
She was of average height, if not on the shorter side and
perfectly curvy. Her hair was light-brown and long and even when
she was pissed
off she was pretty. Her eyes were large and blue and she had
lashes that
went on for miles, even if her fairly short stature didn’t give her
legs that did the same.
He’d heard Seth mention her a time or two but it was a bit
shocking
to walk in on such a harsh disposition—not that he didn’t deserve
it. He had kept her waiting for forty-five minutes, after all. He’d been
more than ready to explain the situation but she’d given him little
chance, and
once her mouth got in the way he’d decided he didn’t much care
if she
knew the why behind his tardiness. Hot for teacher or not, she
was a bitch.
The Hollywood blockbuster they saw was shoulder-to-shoulder
seating and as Seth put it, “it sucked ass, Dad.” He was sure he
should
discipline him for his bad language but he was so busy agreeing
with him and laughing at the same time, he forgot that part of
parenting.
Raising Seth alone had been something of a terrifying prospect at
first.
He was fortunate enough to have a sister two doors down who
had a son
only a year older than Seth. The boys had been close growing up
and it
was only thanks to his sister Molly that he’d managed to work
and parent. He couldn’t conceive of being without her. The boys
were back and forth between their houses nearly every day and the
moment he pulled into the drive, Seth headed off to Molly’s to see if
Jake was around.
Dillon found them awhile later parked in front of Molly’s TV
playing
video games. “Hey, Uncle Dillon. Mom’s out back on the patio.”
He brought a couple beers for him and Molly and joined her on
the patio where she had the outdoor chimney lit and warming the
small paving stone area. Their yards backed up to a hilly wooded
area. The front of their homes both had great views of Puget Sound,
though from
many miles away and they were lucky enough to have private
backyards
that met the hills behind them.
Molly had made it clear she bought the home for completely
personal reasons that had nothing to do with her little brother being a
single parent with a baby but he knew she was full of shit. He was
terribly lucky she was so full of shit. She was long-divorced from
Jake’s father and Molly liked to think of them as something of a team
when it came to
parenting.