The Connection

Chapter 1

A/N: Deanna in MM

Deanna sat around her desk and read the one word text message again-"hi" Any normal person would know how to respond to that but
Deanna was frozen on the chair she sat on. She was sure she was seeing things. There was no way this text message was from Chase. Chase. His face flashed in her mind. His breathtaking smile and light brown eyes. She honestly never expected to see or hear from him again. Her heart rate increased as she contemplated her reply and it sped up when her hand pressed the send button.
"Hey there". A few seconds passed.
"Hey, I'm glad you answered" His reply read.
"What makes you think I wouldn't have? " I typed back
"I can only say I'm glad you did " I smiled after reading that. We continued texting and catching up a bit until work start screaming my name and I dropped my smartphone in my bag. I continued to work throughout the day with a silly smile on my face. I marked a few more books and starting tidying up after dismissing the kids. My job was hectic but very rewarding. There was nothing that put a smile on my face more than my students did. After all, work was basically my life. I didn't smoke, drink or attend parties. All of which my friends thought possibly made me the most boring 22 year old alive. I smiled at that thought. My weekends were spent browsing the net, doing my nails and reading and when I wasn't doing that, I was drowning in lesson plans for work. That one part of teaching that ate up 99% of one's life. I placed the last of the books a student left back in my cupboard,grabbed my things and went to get a taxi home.

Chase looked at his cellphone for the ompteenth time in less than a few minutes. He was itching to dial her number but he was somewhat nervous. Being nervous was foreign to him and that knowledge made him even more nervous. He paced the room as if trying to leave a print in his lush carpets. He loosened the turquoise tie around his neck and threw it on the bed and his belt followed shortly. He kicked off his shoes and socks and sank into the soft, firm king sized mattress. He scrolled all the way down until his phone highlighted Deanna's name. He tried to think of an excuse to justify his nerves. Maybe she's sleeping. ...but it's only 6pm...nobody goes to bed that early. Finally he sent the call, placed the phone to his ear and closed his eyes.

Deanna tried to balance the plate of pasta, the remote and the glass of juice while she took a seat on her grey and dark green patterned sofa. She placed the pasta on the round centre table before her, turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels and paused when she spotted her favourite TV show "Charmed" going on. She pulled her legs up under her buttocks and filled her mouth with her dinner for the evening. She jumped when she heard a familiar ringtone. "Damn!"she swore, not realizing how engrossed she was in the TV series. She grabbed the phone and selected the answer option on the screen without checking the caller ID all while trying to chew and swallow the remainder of the food in her mouth.

"mmm..hello" came a slightly muffled voice on the opposite end of Chase's phone. He scrunched his brows in slight confusion and his dick twitched at her half moaned answer. "Deanna...?" Deanna swallowed with much effort at the sound of the sexy, masculine voice on the line that said her name in the sexiest way humanly possible. "Yeah, it...it's me" she replied shakily "Oh, you sounded a bit different"
"Oh,sorry. My mouth was full" Chase didn't know why but that statement hit his not so little friend below his waist. He shook the feeling. "I'm having some pasta" He heard her say.
"I thought I had caught you at a bad time"
"No, not at all. How you been?" Deanna muted the TV and played with the buttons on the remote to calm her nerves. "
"Been ok, working, closing business deals. Really boring stuff" he replied with a slight chuckle which Deanna returned with a smile. "It's quite the opposite on my side. Teaching a class of 7 year olds couldn't be more entertaining"
"I can imagine. I've got a 6 year old nephew and he's the cheekiest bastard I know" A moment of silence passed between them until Deanna blurted out "I can't believe you still have my number after all this time" She covered her mouth the second she realized what she had said. She attempted to rephrase "What I meant was...?" "It's ok.I kept it because one day I figured I'd call and you'd be eating pasta" They both laughed at his response. "You must be psychic them"
"Wanna hear another prediction?"
"Oh yeah, sure"
"I'm predicting that we'll be going to lunch tomorrow" Chase felt his heart play a familiar lub-dub rhythm as he awaited her reply.
"Tell me something, do all your predictions come through?"
"God No! But I'd sure like this one to"
"I'd love to make it this one happen but I can't leave the compound for lunch. School Policy"
Chase felt his spirit dampen a bit "That's ok, we could go on the weekend when you're free"
"I think I'd like that" Deanna continued to fiddle with the remote as she imagined what their lunch date would be like.
"Good. Now I'm going to let you get back to dinner and I'll talk to you soon"
"Ok, it was nice talking to you"
"Same to you Ms. Miller"
Chase stripped out of the remainder of his clothes and headed for the shower with a thought in mind....if she couldn't leave for lunch then lunch would come to her. He turned on the shower and proceeded to wash his boner with a satisfied smile on his face.

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