KarinaOne more class to go. That's what I keep telling myself as this day drags on, longer and longer. I've been hit on by two men and one woman already, thanks to the parents coming in to tell us about their jobs. It's all for the good of the kids. My mantra since this day started. They need the real-world experience that I hadn't had. I want this for them, so I'll make the best of whatever else we have coming our way today.I just made an escape to the restroom, to wash my hands after one overzealous father shook it so hard, he left his sweat on me. Not one of the finer moments of my life. That's for damn sure. Typically, I'm speaking to students as I walk through the halls, but today, I just want to get this over with, go home, and indulge in an entire bottle of wine."Hey, Ms. Holland, my dad's here, is it okay if I go get him?" Caleb asks as I pass him in the hallway heading for our room. Checking my watch, I see the bell is about to ring, but give him the permission he'
KarinaI'm on my second glass of wine tonight, and my mind is still completely blown that Mason is Caleb Harrison's dad. I'm also still trying to recover from the way I orgasmed in my classroom. This man makes me do things I could lose my job over, but that fear pales in comparison to the way he makes me feel. Dear God, my face gets red as I think about it, body heats up as I relive it. I'm five minutes into the best daydream I've ever had when my phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, I see that it's my mom."Hey Mom," I answer, sitting up straight and setting my wine over to the side. I'm doing my best to appear like I'm not half-way tipsy, but I'm not sure how well it's working."Hey," she answers, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "How's it going down south? We miss you."I know she does. Every time she calls me, she doesn't necessarily lay on a guilt trip, but she lets me know how much they miss me at home. I haven't yet told her Philly doesn't feel like home anymore
Karina"Shit!" I hiss between clenched teeth as I put my finger a little too close to my curling wand, slightly burning the tip as I artfully arrange the last strand of hair I've curled around my face. Totally what I get for not using the glove provided, but I have more control with bare hands; and honestly, I like to live dangerously sometimes.Giving myself a once-over, I admit, I'm pretty hot. Hopefully hot enough that Mason will want to do a little fooling around before he drops me off back home. I'm black on black and dark tonight. Black booties encase my feet, up to black ripped jeans, and a band t-shirt that's a little looser than I like it to be. Reaching behind me, I put a knot in the extra material, and when I do, it exposes a small swath of skin between the band of my jeans and the top of the cotton. Closing my eyes, I imagine Mason running those rough hands of his over the smooth skin. Insanity that I've been with this man once, been on one date with him, and he can hav
MenaceWalking behind Karina has quickly become my favorite pastime. The way her jeans hug her ass should be fucking illegal in all fifty states and the District of Columbia. "Two," I tell the hostess as we enter, holding up two fingers. Fuck my life; I try to play it cool. The hostess is someone who's wanted me to take her out on a date for a while, and every time she drops the hint, I play it off. Needless to say, tonight when I walk in with my arm around Karina, I'm given the look of death."Hey Mason, didn't think you were really into dating." She gives me the evil eye."No, never said that," I correct her assumption, hating that I'm about to be a bit of a dick, but I don't want this woman to ruin what will be a great time between me and Karina. "I was just never into dating you."Karina coughs, and I suspect it's hiding a laugh. Another glare is shot our way as we're taken to a booth in the back. Our menus are slapped on the table, before she turns, flinging her hair
KarinaWatching Mason drive has jumped to the top of my favorite things in the world list. There's something about watching his big hands rest on the steering wheel, his long fingers wrap around the cylindrical shape, and the way his forearms flex as he easily maneuvers through the streets of Laurel Springs. "You okay?" His shit-eating grin is proof he knows exactly what I was looking at. At dinner, I had a few margaritas, and I might possibly be replaying every second of what happened in the backseat of this Jeep the last time we were together. Crossing my legs to ease the ache between them, I let my gaze meet his. "Fine." The word is breathless and husky, even to my own ears. I sound like I should be on the other end of one of those sex-operator phone lines."You sure? A little tipsy?"Maybe I am, slightly. He hadn't been lying when he told me those drinks were potent. "Mmmm." I make a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. When he turns into my driveway, I want
Menace"What's that thing on the side of your neck?" Renegade asks as I duck into the squad car he and I are riding in today."What?" I pull the sun visor down and push back the plastic piece to look in the mirror. Son of a bitch, I got a hickey last night when Karina attacked my neck. "Must have cut myself shaving," I lie, knowing damn good and well I have a beard right now."Riiiigghhhtttt." He starts the car. As we pull out of the parking lot, I can feel his eyes on me."What, kid?""Don't give me that kid bullshit." He laughs as we drive up Main Street. "I have a wife, I have plenty of sex, and I know exactly what a hickey looks like. I've just never seen you with one before, so it's kind of weirding me out.""Weirding you out?"Renegade sighs. "I've always kind of seen you as a dad, but I also always thought of you as way older than the rest of us. Even though you and Whitney are close to the same age. I don't know, you've just been the one who had his shit together,
Karina"Thanks for coming with me." Violet grins over at me as we sit in the only nail salon that Laurel Springs has to offer. "Whitney gave me this gift certificate for my birthday, and I haven't had time to come and use it yet.""No problem." I watch as the nail technician cuts back my nails and starts painting the shellac I prefer on them. "I haven't had a manicure in a long time."Vi looks at me, an inquisitive look on her face."What?""What's going on with that single dad? Did you get things straightened out? Decide to see him again?""Yeah, actually I'm seeing him tomorrow. I'm heading to the fishing and hunting show in Birmingham with him and his son tomorrow." I play it coy, while still giving her some of the details."Oh my God, Mason is taking Caleb, and they asked Anthony to go, but he's working, and I've never seen him so bummed. They have new boats there," she frowns. "But at least Caleb and Mason get to spend some time together.""I know Caleb and Mason a
KarinaK: How'd you sleep last night with two teenagers under your roof?I can't help but give Mason a hard time. Caleb's a good kid, I know that from having him in my class, but he's also a teenage boy, almost a man, with teenage hormones. M: Slept like a baby, Rina. Told you I trust Caleb. Now had it been me and you'd been here? No doubt about it, there's no way I would have kept my hands off you last night.I'm trying to think of what my reply will be when another message comes through; a picture of Mason's head against what I assume is his pillow. His eyes are heavy with sleep, his smile lazy, and his stubble is grown in more, adding to the beard on his face. Looking farther down, I can see his chest on full display. Immediately I wonder what he sleeps in.K: You look cozy and fine as hell. What do you sleep in, Mase?M: Last night? I slept in these. The next thing I know, I get a picture angled a little further down, showing a flat stomach with light hair, leading