Her Teacher's Temptation (Previously Light of the Morning)[PREVIEW]

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Work was as busy as ever. My restaurant was relatively high class and so the people dining had enough money to eat out every day if they chose to, and most of them did. They required fast and precise service that didn't leave a lot of time for daydreaming.

Today I'd managed both quite effectively.

Meg had bugged me to tell her the entire conversation word for word when I'd left the classroom, then rolled her eyes and told me he was a dick and I should get over him. I could only laugh. He'd had a completely valid reaction, even if it had shot down my mood a bit.

There had been no hiding from Meg the fact I was still insanely attracted to him and no stopping her teasing, either.

"Table Seven," I'd been too busy considering how my lesson would go tomorrow that I hadn't seen who'd taken their seat there. I'd made a mental note of who tipped well over the past few months.

Grabbing two menus from the basket at the side of me and my notepad and pen, I weaved my way through the packed tables to the corner that they'd reserved. "Hi, welcome to Napoleon's. I'm Maddie and I'll be your waitress for tonight," I almost stumbled over my words when I recognised the ice blue eyes staring into mine. "Oh, hey Mr. Wright." He was sat with someone who was a notoriously big tipper.

I definitely couldn't ever compete with her.

His exasperation at seeing me here was evident, surely even to his date. "Hi," was all he managed to respond.

"Just let me know when you're ready to order," I told him, glancing once more at the black haired beauty across from me. I knew it was bad when I'd noticed how stunning she was before having seen her with Ollie. It wasn't just jealousy talking.

"Will do," his voice was clipped and I returned to the front of the restaurant to welcome guests. This was all painfully awkward.

And I was bitter because my entire shift I'd been thinking back to the last night we'd shared together and wondering what it would feel like to be bent over my school desk.

Scowling, and half decided that sleeping with random men wasn't something I'd be indulging in again, I turned my attention to the booking sheet in front of me. I'd served her plenty of times before, but it was the first time I'd checked to see the same she'd given. O'Brien. I wondered if she had a prettier first name.

It was easy to forget about Mr. Wright and his date as all the tables in the restaurant filled up. I was so busy taking orders, bringing out food and collecting dishes that I didn't have time to even glance over at their table, unless it was to check whether they'd finished eating or not.

When they had, I weaved effortlessly through the room to their private corner. "Are you finished eating? I hope everything was good for you tonight." It was my professional script and I knew it off by heart. Not looking particularly closely at either person and choosing to stare at the obviously empty dishes seemed the most appropriate.

"Yes, thanks. I'm just nipping to the ladies," she excused herself, slipping out of the booth and towards the toilets.

"How long have you worked here?" Mr. Wright inquired as I piled the dishes onto my arm expertly. I hadn't expected him to speak.

"A year," I replied, reaching across him to collect his empty glass and becoming suddenly aware of how close we were – my chest was practically in his face. I pulled back as though my primal urges weren't kicking in and smiled innocently at him. If that didn't shut him up, nothing would.