“I do have something Tia.” Flynn, partner at Crave Sound and closest friend chimed in.
“Ye-yes Mr. Barger?” She stuttered. Everyone was aware of their little office fling--including Flynn’s wife.
“Have we heard anything back from Jessop?” He asked.
I thought we were concrete with that contract. My attention was now squared on the two board members. The other three didn’t matter, just those two.
“Ye-yes Mr. Barger. Jessop will be in studio starting next Friday.” She managed. A blush creeped across her soft cheeks and she nervously tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear.
“Then why did I receive an email from them five seconds ago that they weren’t sure about the latest contractual amendments?” Flynn pressed again.
Now Tia’s bottom lip dropped and she blinked, looking around the table--fear in her baby blues. “I-I don’t know. Last I-I heard, the-they were ours.” She said.
I honestly felt bad for her. I might be the CEO and the one who called the shots, but Flynn was the one you had to watch out for. He had a temper, but he was a fantastic in Public Relations and truly adept in management--he just sucked in relationships.
I couldn’t stand the show much longer. “Okay children. Now Tia, I am sure you will be able to land Jessop in oh, five minutes or less? I think we should stop here and get to it. I want your main focus today to be on securing that contract. I don’t care how--I only care when.” I said. I stood to leave, signaling the meeting was over and nobody protested.
My tablet flashed and a new email popped up from my son’s school. I quickly glanced over it and sighed. Donavan was having issues already and it was his first day. He was, for the most part, a pretty good ten-year-old kid. I think he was finally lashing out about his mother. Thoughts of my ex wife could get nasty when I allowed it. Two things I learned in this biz: don’t neglect your wife and don’t leave her alone with rockstars.
There was no telling where Emma was now--probably in a roadie RV being fucked mercilessly by Jared. The thought was revolting but I had to admit I was much happier without her. If anything, I was more upset with her for walking out on her son than I was about her walking out on me. My thoughts went back to the email and that Donavan’s teacher was already asking for a parent-teacher meeting. I would have to clear up my schedule to attend. Dammit, they had better land Jessop on their own. I had done my part now they needed to figure it out.
I looked up from my tablet and spotted Flynn with a thoughtful look on his face.
“Where were you today man?” He asked.
I shrugged. “I just have a lot going on right now.”
“Okay.” Flynn paused. “I know what you need.”
I looked at him expectantly.
“To get laid.” He grinned. “Sex without strings--you know, the fun stuff.”
A no-strings attached fuck sounded great, but there was no way...I barely had time to think as it was. My son and his school and the Jessop deal, sex was far from my mind...no matter how much I wanted it.
“I don’t know.” I started.
“Yes. Just say yes. Say, Flynn, I will find a nanny for tonight so I can go to the hot new nightclub for drinks with you and find a fuck buddy.”
While tempting, I seriously had to say no on this one. “I can’t Flynn. I have a parent-teacher conference that I have to attend now and this shit with Jessop...I will have to take a raincheck man.” I said.
Flynn nodded quietly and placed a hand on my shoulder. “It’s cool, I understand, but Sam? You need to get back out there. It sucks what Emma did, it really does, but you could use a buddy or at the least good one night stand.”
“Thanks, I will take ‘what I need’ under advisement. In the meantime, you need to land us this contract.”
Shaking his head mumbling, Flynn left the conference room. I should have felt bad, but I didn’t have time to. He would get over it. He could handle it. I only had twenty minutes to get to this parent-teacher conference while Donavan was at soccer. It was time for me to put on a different hat--my dad hat--and see what the hell was going on today with him at school. Looking back at the email I shuddered when I saw which class it was for. English. Mrs. Lavigne. She shamelessly flirted with me despite the obvious age gap. I just hoped she wouldn’t piss me off, because the current mood I was in was dangerous.
First I picked Donavan up from school. He was a good kid. I wanted to hear his side of the story before my parent-teacher conference. When he climbed into the car, he didn’t seem worried or upset. Hell, he seemed his normal self.
“Hey, how was your day,” I asked.
He shrugged. “Same as always I guess.”
I looked from him to the road and back. Same as always? I guess?
I tried again, talking to my kid was like talking to a damn brick wall, at least it had been lately. “Anything out of the ordinary happen?”
“No.”
“Nothing? Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah. Nothing new.”
“You didn’t get in trouble with your english teacher?”
“What? No, why are you asking?”
“No reason.” I said.
“Yeah. Okay. Just, stop being so weird dad.” He grumbled. I could feel his eyes roll without even looking.
“Okay. Sorry, just asking.”
We drove home in silence. I guess I would just have to wait and see what his teacher said. I wasn’t going to get anything out of him. If Mrs. Lavigne couldn’t control her impulses, I might not get anything out of her either--at least nothing that I wanted.
CHAPTER THREE
Liv
My first day had ended on a better note than it had begun. One student even left me a smiley face on the dry erase board, but Mrs. Lavigne was unfazed. She had sat there all day and witnessed me fumble with the lessons, but offered no assistance. I was pissed and pretty sure if it wasn’t my first day I would have told her how I felt. I packed up my things to go when she finally set her magazine down. “Where are you going?” She asked.
I paused and rolled my eyes around, confused--was this a trick? “Uh, home.” I said.
“Ha. Home. No, you are going to head the parent-teacher conference tonight. Home, too funny.” She said and chuckled.
Rage from that day bubbled up and boiled from my chest. At the same time, icy cold fear lanced through me. What had she just said? Parent-teacher? Lead? I thought I was going to vomit. “Excuse me?”
“Are you deaf? You will head the conference tonight. It starts in, let’s see, forty-five minutes. I have sent out emails to five parents and they should be in and out within fifteen minutes each. You don’t want to go over any longer than fifteen minutes or you will be here all night.” She said.
I watched her stand and stretch--an audible crack of her old bones reverberated throughout the hollow classroom. I swallowed my fear and my curses and tossed my things back down in a heap. Crossing my arms I glared at her.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Nope. See you in the a.m.” She said cheerily and walked out the door.
Shit. Shit. Shit! Okay, first things first, I need to go get snacks and drinks. Don’t they offer snacks or drinks to parents? I thought I had seen that in a movie or something. A soft rap at the classroom door brought me out of my thoughts. Great, now you? Jim, the slick-haired principal stepped into the room wringing his hands together like he had soap on them and was trying to rub them clean.
“How did your first day go?” He asked with a giant smile. He stepped over to the edge of the desk and leaned with one hand on it.
“Fine.” I said.
“Just fine?” He asked and moved closer to me. Too close.
“Yes. Just fine. Now, please excuse me while I run to the donut shop to buy snacks for the parents that will be here shortly.” I said.
“What a nice touch.” He said.
“Don’t the other teachers offer a snack or drink to a parent?” I asked.
Jim shook his head and looked around the room. “Not really, but I like it. Very thoughtful Ms. Anders. Well, see you tomorrow.” He said and left.
I bolted to my car and ran down the street, buying a dozen donuts, coffee, and juice, I tossed my card at the cashier and tapped my fingers on the counter. I wasn’t sure if this was what they would want but it was what they would get from me. Being homeschooled for almost twenty years was enjoyable but adult interaction had always been limited. I was slightly terrified of it.
So far, my adult interaction had sucked. First the jerks in grad school and now Mrs. Lavigne. What a bitch. I wouldn’t let her pull what she had today, tomorrow. Then again, she had seniority so I wasn’t even sure what I could do. Report her? I doubted it would matter. She was set in her ways and in her tenure. She wasn’t going anywhere, but me...I could easily go somewhere, far away from there. I needed the money and experience though and so I stopped at the convenience store for a few last minute items and hoped no parents were already waiting for me.
I also picked up a box of fruit snacks. It said it had real fruit juice so it had to be something good. Being a sugar addict myself, though I didn’t look it with my small frame, I picked up a candy bar and decided I would enjoy it without regrets. There was, of course, someone waiting when I got back to the classroom. A mother to a quiet student, Chase Daniels. She had a lot of questions that I didn’t have many answers for.
I did my best, and watched the clock to make sure we didn’t go over the fifteen minute mark. I doubted that part really mattered, but I was stumbling through the dark as it was, I didn’t need these conferences to run longer than that.
“So, what can you tell me about my son?” Mrs. Daniels asked, annoyance in her voice.
“I am sorry that I am not well informed about your son, but I assure you, I will talk to Mrs. Lavigne first thing in the morning and send you an email with what I learn.” I said.
“Waste of fucking time.” She mumbled under her breath.
I couldn’t agree more. I realized I was nodding and then shook my head. “I have enjoyed meeting you Mrs. Daniels. If anything, I now have a better understanding about Chase through you and as I said, I will find out something tomorrow and follow up with more information. I am truly sorry you felt like this was a waste of time.” I said. I genuinely did feel bad for her.
“Thank you.” She forced a smile and left the room.
I inhaled, the air filling my cheeks like a chipmunk and exhaled, feeling the tension leave my body. My purse laid beside my feet and I bent down to check my phone when the candy bar magically appeared in my hand. Then, it somehow undressed itself and popped into my mouth. This is so good. I licked my fingers to clear them of chocolate and shoved the remaining end of the bar into my mouth, licking my fingers again and instantly regretting my decision.
It was then, as my mouth was full, and I was licking my fingertips that he walked through the door. Samuel Raven. Raven. Donavan Raven. It all made sense. I recognized Donavan from his father’s billboard. Mr. Raven, listed as one of L.A.’s hottest men of 2017, he was a serious mogul in the music industry and devilishly handsome. I knew this from the billboard, but in person he was jaw-dropping hot--and there I was, licking my fingers. How embarrassing. So much for first impressions.
His smile shot a warm tingle to my pussy and weakness to my knees. Nobody has ever had such an effect on me with just a look, but my insides felt as melted as the chocolate on my fingers. His dark brown hair was styled short and neat, with a slight part on the left. I wanted to run my hands through it. He also seemed very out of place in his clothes--looking every bit the wealthy man he was, and at the same time casual and comfortable.
In that moment, I knew two things; I was in trouble and that smile was wicked enough to make me feel very, very dirty.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sam
Holy hell. I looked around the room for Mrs. Lavigne, but only saw the curly-obsidian haired beauty licking her fingers and felt my dick harden. She was gorgeous. Her long black curls fell down her back and I imagined grabbing a handful of them while she licked my cock like she liked her fingers. I shook my head.
“Hello.” I said, sounding a bit confused. “You’re not Mrs. Lavigne.”
I saw her shift in her seat and slightly cock one eyebrow. No, you are most definitely not Mrs. Lavigne.
She shook her head. “No, I am Olivia Anders. I am her teacher’s assistant--working on my own certification through UCLA.” She winced. “Sorry, I ramble when I am nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” I asked. Her cheeks turned a delicious pink and my boner was becoming unbearably painful and hard to conceal.
She stared at me like a doe in headlights, her big chocolatey brown eyes swallowed me in. It was clear that I was making her nervous, like a predator circling his prey. I liked it. Stop it, you don’t have time for this. You have Donavan--the whole reason you’re here, the contract, and your business. You don’t have time for some college girl. Even if she was smoking hot. I looked at her from head to toe and had to hold back a chuckle.
Her outfit was questionable at best. A hunter green blazer layered over a white button up shirt that she had somehow buttoned almost to her chin was tucked into a shin length black skirt. I was digging the whole ‘nun’ vibe she was putting off. Oh man, is she a virgin? Somehow that made me even more excited. I wanted her. There was no doubt about it. Just look at my massive raging hard on. I could bend her over this desk and fuck her senseless. No, you can’t, focus!
She never answered my question, just started thumbing through a binder spread out in front of her. “First off, nice to meet you. Please help yourself to a treat. Mr. Raven.”She started.
“Please call me Sam.” Mr. sounds so old.
“Okay, Sam. It is my first day and so I haven’t had a chance to really work with your son much, but I did have a concern after this morning. Donavan, told me he has dyslexia when I asked him to read from a passage. I did not, however, find anything in his record about it.” She said.
Her voice calmed me. “No, he was probably just messing with you. Did you call on him first?” I asked.
“I did. Why?” She asked.
“He is a good kid, but he has a big imagination. He might have just been nervous. I have to apologize--he has had a hard time with everything the last few months. I think the realization that his mother and I would never get back together has been hard. We have been separated for a long time, but the divorce was finalized a few months ago--same time his...outbursts began.” I said.
“Oh. You’re divorced?” She asked. Her fingers tapped the page divider.
“I am.” I said. I could see the wheels turn behind those big eyes and liked her reaction to my answer.
“Uh. So, Donavan, isn’t dyslexic?” She asked. Trying to change the subject, I saw that delicious scarlet fill her neck again and I noticed small freckles dusted her nose and cheeks.
“No.” I said. Her chest rose and fell slowly. I wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of her breasts in my hands--preferably as I hugged her taut little body against mine and buried my cock inside of her. Dammit. I couldn’t help it. I was attracted to her from the second I walked through the door and saw her dip those perfectly manicured fingers in her plump lips.
“Well Mr...I mean Sam, I am quite fond of Donavan. I hope you don’t think this meeting was a bad thing. He’s a smart kid.” She said.
Hot. Adorable. Shy. And she liked my kid? If I hadn’t had the sense, I might have asked her to move in!
“Would you have dinner with me?” I asked. Say yes. The words left my mouth without my prompting. I had spoken without thinking, at least with the head on my shoulders.
Her warm brown eyes darted to the left and she sucked in her bottom lip, biting it nervously. I wanted to bite it for her. Those plump lips looked as juicy as cherry and I wanted nothing other than to taste them. She had no idea what she was doing to me
. Hell, I don’t even know what she is doing to me.
“Okay.” She agreed.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
“Currently, in student apartments on campus.” She said.
“How about you write down your address and we will have dinner tonight at eight?” I said.
She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote her address down before folding it and handing it to me. I was a little surprised-- if she was a virgin, wouldn’t she put up a little resistance? Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she presented herself. That, made my blood boil. My dick throbbed against the inseam of my pants--ready for hot, sex.
“What should I wear? I mean, okay.” She said.
Nothing. Wear nothing. “A dress. Something that makes you feel sexy.” I said. Was that too much?
“Okay.” Her head nodded in agreement, but fear and excitement raged in those round, brown eyes.
“Oh, and I will talk to Donavan. Find out about this whole, dyslexia bit.” I assured her.
“Thanks. And thank you for meeting with me.” She said with a smile.
“Pleasure was mine.” I said. I stood to leave. I had to square away reservations tonight and a nanny. I wasn’t sure how the dinner would go, but I already had ideas for dessert--and I almost always got what I wanted.
CHAPTER FIVE
Liv
Heart still racing I picked up my phone and messaged my best friend.
Me: Hey. I need you. It’s an emergency!
Rainey: What’s wrong Liv?
Me: Nothing. Except, I think I have a date.
Rainey: Really! Let me guess, you need an outfit?
Me: Yes. One that makes me feel sexy.
Rainey: Damn girl! Hell yeah! I will make you so sexy, everyone’s eyes will be on you.
I don’t want everyone’s eyes, just one pair of smokey grey-blues.
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