The Teacher

21: SKYLAR

"How do you like your coffee?" Wren asks, moving around her kitchen.

"As dark and intense as my thoughts this morning," I reply, trying to keep the mood light.

She pauses, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she glances over her shoulder. "That can be arranged," she says,  adding an espresso pod to the machine with a soft click.

I lean against the kitchen counter, watching her. The early morning light bathes the kitchen, highlighting the curves of her figure through her thin robe.

As the coffee starts to pour with a soothing gurgle, there's a sudden loud knock at the door that startles both of us. Wren's head snaps towards the direction of the sound, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion and slight alarm. "Who could that be at this hour?" she murmurs more to herself than to me.

I push off from the counter and stride towards the door. "I'll get it," I call over my shoulder. Wren nods and it surprises me that she doesn't try to stop me.

I open the door to find Roxie standing there. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees me standing here shirtless. What the hell is she doing here? Overstepping her boundaries once fucking again.

"Skylar, what are you doing here?"

"No, I should be asking you that question. You shouldn't be here, Roxie. My daughters aren't here, and you don't know Wren personally, so why are you here?" I need her gone now before Wren wonders who is at the door.

Roxie shifts uncomfortably on her feet, her gaze darting everywhere but on me. She knows she fucked up. Wren has become my bottom line, and Roxie is playing dangerously close to my fucking bottom line. I cross my arms over my chest, the annoyance brewing inside me. "Answer the fucking question, Roxie, why are you here?"

"I wanted to have a woman-to-woman chat with her." Roxie finally meets my gaze.

Roxie's audacity chills me. A woman-to-woman chat? Who the fuck is she? What does that even mean in her mind? But before I can pick her apart, the sound of Wren's voice from behind me spins my thoughts in a new direction.

"Is everything all right, Skylar?" Her presence near the doorway adds a new layer of tension to the scene.

Turning slightly to include Wren in the conversation, I reply with a strained calmness, "Roxie was just leaving. She thought she needed to discuss something, but it seems there was a misunderstanding."

Wren nods, but her eyes flick between Roxie and me. "Hello, Roxie," she says in a polite yet cold tone.

Roxie keeps her eyes on me. "I will see you at the office, boss." she pivots and walks back to her car, ignoring Wren's greeting. I step back inside, closing the door.

"Let me guess, she came to warn me once more to stay away from you? And you don't have to lie. It's almost six in the morning, and she stops by. I'm sure you didn't tell her you were here either." Wren rolls her eyes and walks towards the staircase. "Your coffee is ready, and I'm going to get ready for work."

I follow her upstairs, not caring about the coffee. What I care about is how she is feeling right now. And how I can make her feel better. As we reach the top of the staircase, I catch her arm gently, needing to address the tension that Roxie's unexpected visit has obviously stirred. "Wren, I—"

She turns to face me, irritation all over her face. "Skylar, you don't have to explain. I get it; your world is complicated. So, how about we uncomplicate things, and you just stay away from me."

I grab her wrist gently, not wanting to let her pull away. The last thing I want is distance between us. My other hands slip between her robe, and I cup her pussy. She stiffens, but then a soft moan escapes her lips. It's barely audible. Her body responds despite her initial resistance.