Working Girl: Volume Two

by Scarlett Metal

  Working Girl

  Volume Two

  Scarlett Metal

  Working Girl ~ Volume Two

  Copyright © 2015 by Scarlett Metal. All rights reserved.

  First Print Edition: March 2015

  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

  Formatting: Limitless Publishing

  ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-079-2

  ISBN-10: 1-68058-079-5

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Deacon

  For the first time in my life, I was speechless. The woman I had fucked senseless just three nights before—the woman I was dying to own and possess—was standing in front of me at my son’s school. More than that, she was his teacher. Sure, she had on a wig, but there was no mistaking those eyes. Or that body.

  Recognition flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. She took a deep breath and smiled at my son. “Good morning. Who do we have here?” She bent down so she was at the same level as Shane.

  Yeah, there was no mistaking that body. I sucked in my breath, willing my cock to not get hard. It seemed to have a mind of its own when it was around this woman. I shifted and prayed she wouldn’t notice while she was kneeling down to talk to my son.

  “My name is Shane Harris,” he said firmly. A small smile played on my lips. He was so confident and sure of himself already at six years old. He definitely was a Harris through and through. My dad would be so proud of him.

  “Well, Shane, welcome to first-grade. I’m your teacher, Miss Jones,” she said warmly, a smile on her face. She glanced up at me before standing. “Mr. Harris, I presume?” She held out her hand to shake it.

  “Nice to meet you, Miss Jones.” I took her small hand in mine, squeezing and hanging on to it longer than necessary. “Yes, I’m Shane’s father.” I motioned behind me. “This is Bruno, his bodyguard. He’ll be here with Shane every day.”

  She nodded and licked her lips. I had flashbacks to her pushed against the wall in her apartment, my hand between her legs, making her come. Not so long ago, those sexy lips were wrapped around my cock.

  She squeezed Shane’s shoulder. “After you say goodbye to your dad, I’ll show you to your desk and help you get set up.” He looked up at her with a smile, and I knew Charles had been right; Shane belonged in a real school with other kids.

  “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Harris,” she said softly, turning back to her desk to busy herself while I said goodbye to my son.

  “It was nice to meet you too,” I replied, hoping she caught the hint of sarcasm in my voice.

  I bent down to give Shane a hug. “Have a good first day at school, buddy.” I held him tight in my arms. I was holding the only thing that mattered to me, and it was really difficult to leave him here alone. I felt a little better knowing he was under Violet’s care, and I had complete faith in Bruno.

  “I will, Dad. You can go,” he said, struggling to free himself from my embrace.

  I chuckled and let him go. I stood up and messed up his hair with a grin. “I’m going to try to come pick you up later, but if not, Charles will be here, okay? Let Bruno know if you need anything at all, okay?” I turned to look at Bruno, and he nodded and winked at Shane.

  “Yes, Dad,” he said, rolling his eyes. “See you later.” He grabbed Violet’s hand. “Miss Jones, can you please show me where I’ll be sitting now?”

  She smiled down at him. “Yes, I will.” She looked back up at me. “Don’t worry, Mr. Harris. Your son will be fine. This is one of the safest schools in the country.”

  Before I could even respond, Shane was pulling her toward the desks and looking around. She pointed at a desk in the middle and they went over to it. I turned to leave, stopping in front of Bruno. “Take care of my boy.”

  “I will, sir,” he replied gruffly.

  “Keep an eye on Miss Jones too, please.” I left before he could ask me any questions, walking down the hallway filled with kids running around. I scrubbed my face with my hand, a little overwhelmed with the events of the morning, and wishing like hell I had a drink. I still couldn’t believe the escort I’d hired over the weekend was my son’s teacher. Maybe it was her sister. I pulled out my phone to call Leslie and get the scoop.

  I got to the car to find Charles leaning on the outside, a cigarette in his hand. I shook my head. “Those things will kill you, ya know.”

  “Gotta die somehow,” he shrugged and opened the passenger door for me. I got inside and he went over to the driver’s side to get in.

  “How was Shane when you left?” he asked as we drove off.

  “He was good and super excited to be there.” I looked at him. “As much as I hate to admit it, you were right. He needs to be in a real school with other kids.”

  Charles nodded, never taking his eyes off the road. “Kids are resilient. This will be good for him.”

  “I know,” I said and looked out the window. We rode in silence for a while, and I contemplated not telling him who Shane’s teacher was until I was sure, but he was my best friend and confidant.

  “You will never believe who his teacher is,” I finally said.

  “Is it a female?” he asked, giving me a knowing grin.

  “Oh yeah,” I nodded. “It’s the escort from last weekend.”

  His jaw dropped and he turned to look at me for a brief second. “Shut the fuck up. Violet? The one you stalked at the restaurant?”

  “Yes,” I replied wryly, giving him a dirty look. “I wasn’t sure at first because she had long blonde hair—a wig, I’m guessing, but there’s no mistaking that body or those green eyes.”

  “Damn.” He shook his head. “So, escort on the weekend and teacher during the week? That’s strange. You would think she makes enough money escorting to not have to be a teacher too.”

  “Yeah, you would think. Maybe not. I have a feeling there’s a lot more to Miss Jones than meets the eye.” I glanced down at the phone I had been holding in my hand. “I’m going to call Leslie in a bit and see if she can get me the scoop. I did not expect to find Violet in his classroom this morning. Besides, when I went to school, all the female teachers I had were fat and looked one hundred years old.” I laughed. “Times sure have changed.”

  “Are you still going to be with her this weekend?”

  I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand. “I’m not sure. I was sending Shane away anyway, but I’m not so sure it’s a good idea. Maybe she’ll turn me down now that she’s my son’s teacher.” I sighed and leaned my head back against the headrest. “I can’t get her out of my head.”

  “Just be careful,” he said. “This could get ugly and end badly.”

  “I know.”

  We spend the rest of the ride in silence, and when we got back to the house, I went right to my office to call Leslie. She didn’t answer, so I left her a voicemail to call
me back right away.

  I tried to focus on work; I had some major deals coming up, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Violet. Who was this woman?

  I found myself watching the clock, wondering how Shane was doing at school. I also watched my phone, getting annoyed that Leslie wasn’t calling me back. I had so many questions about this sexy woman, and I wasn’t used to waiting on others.

  I was originally going to let Charles pick up Shane from school, but I didn’t want to miss another chance to see his teacher and confirm I wasn’t losing my mind. Maybe I was wrong this morning and hadn’t had enough coffee.

  Charles drove me to Shane’s school, and I couldn’t keep from tapping my leg the whole ride there.

  “Nervous?” Charles finally asked halfway through the ride.

  “No,” I replied sharply. Being nervous showed weakness, and that was something I didn’t do, even around him.

  “Right,” he said with a shake of his head. “Are you hoping you were wrong this morning?”

  “Maybe. Leslie never called me back, so I didn’t get to ask her.” An idea popped into my head. “Why don’t you come in with me this time? Then you can confirm if it’s her or not.”

  “Okay,” he agreed.

  We got to the school and parked, threading our way through the parking lot filled with cars there to pick up their kids at the end of the day. I looked around, the crowd making me nervous. A situation like this was a huge security risk, and the reason I had wanted to homeschool Shane. At least there were security guards and cameras everywhere.

  “He’s fine here,” Charles leaned in and said to me as we walked into the school. I nodded, thankful for him.

  My heart was starting to race the closer we got to Shane’s classroom. We had to dodge the little ones running around, making me impatient. The muscles in my shoulders were tightening and I clenched my jaw, trying not to take out any kids as I marched to pick up my son.

  Bruno was stationed outside of the door, and I smiled and relaxed when I saw Shane come running out of his classroom, his backpack on his back. He threw himself into my arms, and I lifted him while he wrapped his little arms around my neck. “Daddy,” he exclaimed.

  “Hey, Shane.” I hugged him tight. He leaned back. “How was school?”

  “It was awesome. Miss Jones is the best teacher ever!” I smiled at him, not surprised my son was already wrapped around his teacher’s finger. Seems us Harris men both had a thing for her.

  “Great,” I said absentmindedly, looking around for her.

  I felt Charles lightly smack my arm and I turned around. There she was, walking down the hallway toward us with a smile on her face. “Oh yeah, it’s her,” he muttered softly, confirming what I suspected all along. “She’s hot as a blonde.” He grinned and I shot him a dirty look.

  “Mr. Harris, how are you?” she asked with a smile, not even giving a hint she knew who I was.

  “Good,” I replied. I patted Shane’s back. “How was his first day?”

  She beamed at him. “It was great. He’s made some friends already, and from what I can tell, he’s not behind where we are at. I would say the transition is seamless.” She grabbed Shane’s hand and shook his arm a little bit. “What do you think, buddy? Did you have a good first day?”

  “Yes,” he replied enthusiastically. “It was awesome. I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

  “That’s great,” I replied, thrilled he had a good first day.

  “Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shane. Have a good night.” She nodded at me and walked into her classroom. I couldn’t help but watch her as she walked, her legs encased in stockings and her four inch heels on her feet. My cock stirred in my pants and I had to look away.

  Before we left, I wanted a minute with his teacher. I set Shane down on the floor. “Why don’t you go with Grandpa Charles to the car? I’ll be there in a minute.” Charles was the closest thing to a grandparent he had and they adored each other. I turned to Bruno and gave him a nod to follow along.

  Charles opened his mouth to say something and I gave him a warning look. He shook his head and took Shane’s hand in his. “Let’s go. Maybe we can convince your dad to stop for ice cream on the way home.”

  I rolled my eyes but smiled. Those two were always planning some mischief together. I buttoned my suit coat and took a deep breath. I turned to see Violet sitting at her desk, reading something intently on her computer screen. The classroom was empty and it was the perfect chance to talk to her.

  I knocked on the door and walked in slowly, my shoes clicking on the floor. She looked up and her eyes widened. She glanced around the room before her eyes settled back on me.

  “Violet,” I said softly, shutting the door to the classroom and locking it.

  “Can I help you, Mr. Harris?” She tried to sound casual, but I heard the tremor in her voice.

  “Let’s cut the crap, shall we?” I said, walking over to the desk. I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her from her chair. I reached out and touched her hair. “Love the wig,” I grinned.

  “This isn’t appropriate, Mr. Harris,” she seethed, trying to pull away from me, but I held her arm tight.

  “Do you think my child being taught by a high priced escort is appropriate?” I retorted and immediately regretted it when I saw the flash of hurt in her green eyes.

  I pressed her against the desk, my knee moving between her legs. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you for the past forty-eight hours. You can imagine my surprise when I bring my son to his first day of school today and find out you’re his teacher.” I slid a hand up her thigh, pressing my now hard cock into her. I ran a finger across the apex of her thighs, noticing a hint of wetness. Seems the teacher wanted me as much as I wanted her. I looked at her desk, contemplating turning her around and fucking her against it when there was a knock at the door.

  “Miss Jones?” Someone called from the other side of the door and I was pissed at having been interrupted.

  She looked at me with panic. “That’s the principal,” she hissed. “Let me go.”

  I released her arm and she smoothed her hands down her skirt. She started toward the door to unlock it but I held out my hand to stop her. “I’ll get it. I was just leaving.” I strode toward the door and turned to her. “We aren’t finished, Violet.”

  I unlocked the door and opened it, flashing a smile at the short, balding man standing there before heading outside. My cock ached for her, but I resolved to find out what drove this beauty to live a double life.

  Chapter Two

  Violet

  I tried to calm my breathing while Principal Stephens talked to me, but my body burned from Deacon’s touch. He had consumed my thoughts all day after I saw him this morning.

  To say I had been shocked when I saw him standing in my classroom with his son this morning would be an understatement. I was able to remain cool, but as soon as he left, I had to go to the restroom and splash some water on my face to calm down. After all these years as a high priced escort to Chicago’s elite, I had avoided running into a client.

  “Are we all set, Miss Jones?” the principal asked as he stood up. “I’ll send a follow up email.”

  I nodded, but I had no idea what he had talked about. I would just read about it in the email later.

  “Have a good night,” he called as he left my classroom. I looked at the stack of papers I needed to correct on my desk, but I was in no mood. I needed to get out of there ASAP and talk to Leslie. She always warned me this would happen and told me I had to make a choice, but I always argued.

  I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my Gucci handbag. I marched out of the room, locking the door behind me, and headed out to my Lexus in the parking lot. I managed to sneak out of the school without any other teachers seeing me. I started my car and called Leslie.

  “Hey, Violet, to what do I owe this pleasure on a Monday?” my boss and best friend asked when she answered the phone.

  “Deacon was at school this morning,” I r
eplied bluntly, doing away with any niceties.

  “To see you? I’ll have a chat with him,” she said quickly.

  “No, he was there to drop off his first-grade son in my classroom,” I said dryly, praying there wasn’t much traffic tonight. My bathtub and a bottle of wine never sounded so good, and I needed it desperately.

  There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Leslie? Are you there?” I almost shouted at her. It had taken everything that was in me to stay calm at school after seeing Deacon. His words at the end of the day when he picked up his son had unraveled me.

  I didn’t like it. I spent too much of my life letting others dictate what happened to me; I didn’t like to not be in control.

  “I’m here,” she finally said. “I was afraid something like this would happen eventually.” She paused. “Did he say anything?”

  “Not at first, but after school, he picked up his son and managed to get me alone. The principal almost caught us.” My hands were shaking on the steering wheel. “I can’t see him this weekend,” I said. “Or ever again. It’s not right.” I brushed my hair out of my eyes. “What if he ruins everything?”

  “Calm down, Violet. Do you want me to call him?” Leslie asked. “You know, he called and left me a voicemail to call him back. I bet it was about this.”

  “No. Yes,” I sighed. “I don’t know. Let me think. I’ll call you later.” I ended the call and continued the drive home. I had managed to get home ahead of rush hour traffic, so I made it in record time. I parked my car and almost ran up to my apartment. I entered and closed the door behind me, leaning against it and closing my eyes.

  The stress of the day caught up with me and the tears started to flow. I slid down the door, sitting on the floor while the sobs racked my body.

  I had worked so hard to build the perfect life. I got to fuck the powerful men of Chicago and make some really good money, while also fulfilling my dream of being a teacher. Leslie had warned me when I took the job at the exclusive private school that I was taking the chance my two worlds would collide. I thought she was ridiculous, and I managed to go a few years without running into any clients at my ‘day’ job.