The Teacher

20: SKYLAR

"I've made it home with the girls. They took a bath and are now in bed. Is the meeting coming to an end?" Roxie's voice comes through my phone speaker as I enter the elevator.

"Thank you for getting the girls." I know I said I wouldn't use her any more than what the contract states, but I have plans for Wren tonight, which do not include my daughters hearing their teacher screaming my name. "My parents should be over shortly to take over."

"You know there is no problem with me staying the night. I've done it before," she says.

"Ms. Harvey, I know we said you would only stick to what your contract entails, and that has not changed. This was just a one-off—"

"Skylar, I can help you. I was just having a bad day, that day that's all. I can definitely watch the girls...like old times." I can hear the desperation in her voice. But she wanted it this way. She wanted to draw a line in the sand, and I'll hold her to it.

"Roxie," I sigh. "I appreciate you and your willingness to help me with my daughters. But that day, you were right. I should not expect you to do things outside of what a personal assistant for a company should do. My parents will be arriving shortly. But thank you for your help. I really appreciate it." I end the call, not wanting to go back and forth on a decision that is final.

Stepping out of the building, I glance at my watch; Wren should still be awake. I slide into my car and start the engine. It's not a long drive to Wren's place, but it feels like an eternity tonight. My mind races with plans and possibilities, each more tantalizing than the last.

At the thought of Wren, a devilish smile creeps across my lips. I can't wait to taste both her lips tonight. The streets are mostly empty, allowing me to drive a bit faster than usual. Each streetlight that I pass under feels like a countdown, drawing me closer to her. The anticipation builds with every mile that brings me nearer to her doorstep, and my erection is rock solid.

Finally, I arrive at her house and pull into her driveway. I kill the engine and sit for a moment, pulling out my phone. I call her and watch the lights flicker on in her living room, casting a warm glow that spills out onto the porch. I imagine her inside, perhaps curled up with one of those romance novels she secretly adores, unaware of the storm about to enter her calm evening.

The phone rings twice before her voice, soft and slightly puzzled, breaks the silence. "Skylar? Is everything okay? Your lovely assistant came for the girls a while ago."

"Everything's fine," I reassure her. "I was just in your neighborhood and thought... maybe I could stop by for a moment?"

There's a brief pause, and I can almost hear her heart fluttering on the other end. "In the neighborhood? You live an hour away, if not more. I can't afford to be in your neighborhood."

"Open the door," I end the call and exit the car. I straighten my jacket and adjust my cuffs. It opens before I even have the chance to knock. Wren stands in a silk robe, and I pray nothing is underneath. Her curly brown hair is loose around her shoulders, and I can't wait to have it wrapped around my fist.

"You should go home." she greets me.

"I'm exactly where I need to be tonight," I tell her.

"Well, I don't want your assistant to threaten me again, so you should go."

"What?" my eyebrows furrow. "Roxie threatened you?"

Wren's eyes narrow slightly, her lips parting as if to catch her breath before she dives into whatever she's about to reveal. "She said some things that were... out of line. It implied that things would be easier if I stayed away from you."