Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

10| Rsvp

Casey

There is nothing weird about where Mr Black lived.

Nothing at all. Not the fact that he stayed in Lavender Hill—a suburb within Maywood where the wealthy and rich individuals resided. Not the large ivory-covered gates that seemed like its only purpose was to keep outsiders out. Not the suits on the large lawn, watching my every move as I walk up to the mansion in front of me.

Definitely not the fact that the inside looks like it's straight out a magazine, tastefully built and crawling with more suits. And definitely not the man of the hour dressed in nothing but black today, standing in the middle of it all like king of the castle. I eye the two men that disappear down the hallway and out the front door. It seems the kind maid had announced my arrival, and Mr Black had ended what seemed like a meeting—reason for the two suits that just came out of a room I assumed to be in thet office with him. If the large dark wood table I could see from where I was standing was any indication.

“Cassandra.” His deep voice is gruff and hoarse, as if the effort of saying my name seems to have stolen the air right out of him.

He looks edible today. Beautiful and clean and just perfect.

I don't notice either of us moving until we're standing just a few inches apart. The suits around us move from the foyer without having to be told, leaving us all alone and at the base of a gigantic stairway that I see splits into two direction at the top. So here I am, in this beautiful house that seems more like a fortress than a teachers home.

Wait...

“Is this your house?” I question. My curiosity has been peaked. How is it possible for a business teacher to be living in a place like this? Maybe the friend he mentioned is the owner of this marvellous looking mansion.

His piercing gaze  roams all over my face, and I wait with a racing heart as he takes me in. My hair and my eyes and my lips. They don't lower, as I had expected and maybe had hoped. No. They stay above my neck, and my stomach sinks into the ground.

No. I have no right to feel disappointed.

I shouldn't even be here, knowing that spending time with my teacher after school hours and not telling anybody about it was weird. Weird and inappropriate. It didn't stop my stupid ass from getting up with a slight hungover and washing every single inch of me. Or for me to lotion and use perfume and do my hair and just put in all this effort when I shouldn't have been.

I should leave before we are trapped in a room together.

Mr Black nods, and those eyes lower, dark with an emotion I'm too scared to interpret. “Yes, this is my house,” his reply sends a different type of shiver down my spine. It leaves my stomach twisting and me ready to run. I am on edge, and my body can’t relax with him around. It’s infuriating. “I stay here with my brother and his wife. She's the friend I mentioned.”

Oh. Oh shit.

There's more of him. I wonder how many. And if they look as handsome as he does. They probably didn't compare.

“Right,” I respond and then inhale sharply before I try and wet my dry throat by swallowing.

Those brows of his furrow, and I'm convinced this man is only capable of expressing two emotions as far as I've seen. Confusion and hesitation. I've never had somebody look at me the way he does. As if trying to figure me out. And always confused when around me.

Or maybe that's what my delusional ass wants to believe.

That maybe, just maybe there is a small part of him that feels the same way about me. Even though I know this is wrong, wrong on so many level, I couldn't help the attraction that I seem to have developed the moment my eyes fell on  him.