Leaning against her desk, she chewed on the edge of her strawberry stained lip as she waited for Alex's father, Mr. Daniel White to come into her classroom. This would be their second meeting in the school year because like earlier- during the football season-Ms. Dryer had to put Alex on academic probation for his continued lazy effort, causing a failing grade in her 12
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grade English class. Alex was a star athlete for the high school and there were a few teachers who had managed to look the other way for Alex but Ms. Dryer wasn't one of them. Somehow in the fall, he had managed to pull his grade together so he had only missed two games as their kicker but basketball season had arrived and he was star center and hoping to get into University Maryland, one of the best college basketball schools in the country. Alex didn't need the scholarship because Daniel was a brilliant tech scientist responsible for making dozens of new inventions that had helped advancements in cardiac and oncology but Alex didn't have Mr. White's drive or intelligence.
The first meeting—nearly three months ago in October—had been arduous as Daniel White was accustom to getting his way with his charm, money, or community stature but none worked on Ms. Dryer and Alex had to produce work for her to pass him but this time Alex had created quite the hole for himself and Ms. Abigail Dryer doubted the fun-loving and very lazy Alex could pull another miracle. Abigail realized Alex's troubles meant Daniel White would grace her with his presence yet again. He made her a bit dizzy-making her feel unsure, unsteady--like had just gotten off a carnival ride. She didn't like breathless, dizzy and unsteady in her classroom, not in her controlled environment and would never admit she found him attractive if given a different set of circumstances. Daniel was in love with himself, evident with his extreme wicked confidence. Yet, he also had this roguish and naughty reputation since his second divorce from Alex's mother more than seven years ago but Abby decided she wouldn't allow herself to listen to the town gossip because she hated how small towns could be so stifling.
Looking at her watch, she noticed Daniel was 15 minutes late and realized Mr. White would likely think he could waste her time because she was not a known community stakeholder, or ultra-success like the arrogant Mr. White but didn't care what the community school board or Mr. White wanted, despite having his name on the local college's library.
She looked at her watch again and it was now 20 minutes past their scheduled meeting so she pushed down her navy-blue dress, clearing away any pretend wrinkles as she pushed an errant curl behind her ear before she walked around her desk, pulled open her bottom drawer, and lifted her black purse. She placed her earbuds in her ears to listen to her naughty pastime of blaring 90s dance music and walked to her long black wool coat on the peg near the door. Once she had tied the coat in place, she put her dependable wool cap over her severe bun and walked out in sync to the music as Mr. White walked around the corner of the hall lined with the senior's lockers. Ms. Dryer was at the end of the hall and starting to walk towards the side entrance when Daniel noticed her. A smile formed on his full pink lips as he scratched his dark, slightly peppered grey goatee.
He quickly made haste to catch the petite woman wearing the high heel boots and tapped her slender shoulder making her barely jump before she looked over at him and lowered her dark sunglasses, catching the florescent light above in her darkened violet eyes. Raising a burnt copper brow at him, she said simply, "Mr. White, you're late. Please leave a message on my voicemail so we can reschedule a meeting at a later date."
Wearing a dark suit, grey dress shirt, and black silk tie, he looked the professional, even more pronounced with his tall toned medium build and very dark short cropped hair with just a touch of grey at the temples. He raised a dark brow at her, gave her a toothy roguish grin as he said, "Abigail, you wouldn't punish me for being just 20 minutes late, would you? I was making a pitch to John's Hopkins and my plane landed late or I'd never keep you, so will come talk to me now that I have driven like a bat out of hell just to make it here before you left?"
His deep commanding voice- despite the grin- and the light catching in his rather mocking expression clear in his expressive chocolate eyes made her again feel like a flushed and flabbergasted school girl despite her 42 years. That realization made her want to punch him in the nose for just a moment before he flashed her another of his disarming smiles and offered his elbow. Why were the butterflies in her stomach feeling like they were doing kamikaze flights as she thought briefly about ignoring his request? But when he stared at her intently and said, "Come Abigail," she found herself lacing her arm through his and walking back with him as he talked with confidence and pride about his new improved telemetry machine that could detect the smallest anomalies in a patient's rhythm while effectively disregarding unrelated trash picked up by a patient's movements. He was brilliant and he knew it she decided as he opened the door for her and placed his hand at the base of her spine to guide her into the classroom, making her feel dizzy again which she hated or rather wanted to hate.
He felt that slight but very distinct tremble when he touched her and smirked to himself knowingly. From the first time he met the very guarded yet somehow sexy in a strange uptight librarian who'd rock his world in private type way, Daniel had an intense crush on Abby Dryer, a divorcee with a distinctly intriguing habit online. He had found her writing an erotic novel posted on an erotica website that he had commented and made suggestions for her to make the male dominant more authentic. They had become online friends but she had no idea who he was but he knew her as he had found the site by an IP trace when he looked her up online. At first he wanted to know if she was a good writer, teacher, worth kicking his son into gear and he had learned that she was. And then as he did more digging because from the moment he came across her and found her interesting- wanting to make her his slut- she had proven more creatively naughty than he had ever thought possible. He had deduced that she could be his submissive when he read her erotic novel about a debutant and her bad boy Master.
For about 30 minutes, Abby explained the hole his son had created yet again. This time Daniel didn't have the time to dig him out like last time and was frustrated with his lazy, even if talented son Alex as he listened and watched intently while Abby laid out all the assignments and necessary work his son would have to create. Daniel finally put his hands up and said, "Okay, Abigail, I get the picture quite vividly that my son has dug himself a hole that he can't dig out of this time. Do you understand that he's the star of the basketball team and if you fail him this quarter..."
"Which ends in five days," she interjected, interrupting his tirade making him raise an eyebrow at her. While he leaned against her desk, Daniel smacked his leather gloves against his hand causing her to squirm in her seat because wicked thoughts started to simmer in her mind of him wearing those gloves and not hitting his own hand but her behind. A rosy glow formed down from her cheek bones, over the column of her neck to disappear below the high neckline of her navy dress while those images sprang to mind.
He could see her embarrassment and he found it alluring that she could easily blush as he wondered what she was thinking? Deciding to focus on her discomfort, he walked over to her desk chair, leaned in close and whispered in a deep masculine voice, "Are you blushing because you were rude Abby by interrupting or because you were thinking something naughty?"
She wanted to turn and smack him but when her face turned to his, she swallowed hard as he stared at her, rather into her, making her feel consumed by his intensity. "Um, what?" she muttered, sounding like an idle brained teenage girl with an awful crush as she inhaled his scent, a sandalwood cologne and some type of fresh clean body wash that sent tingles through her.
He leaned in closer with his lips almost touching her ear, causing the hairs to move and tickle as he whispered in his dominant tone, "Naughty Angel 74, I think you were wondering what my leather gloves would feel like against your lily-white ass, my sweet."
Her eyes widened and she fumbled from her chair as she managed, "How did you know about that name and what are you going to do with that knowledge, Mr. White?"
She backed away from the desk and he said with a shrug of his shoulders, "Nothing, Abby, I must get Alex to work with a team of tutors who can help him pull out of his hole immediately and I've already gotten them hired. As for you, I think you already know how I know about your online novel?"
She stepped away from him further until her back pressed against the opposite wall, on the blackboard where she wrote assignments to complete for the week. Chalk dust painted her navy dress in streaks of white powder across her back as she took deep deliberate breaths trying to process what he meant and then she knew. He was Dark Gentleman 74, her online friend whom she had done more than talk about her writing but had played cybersex D/s games and scenarios online and had finally become his Naughty Angel, revealing all her dark desires for a dominant in real time and how she wanted to be his slut, his sub while they had chatted online. Pressing her finely manicured fingertips against her forehead, she realized he probably had their naughty conversations saved on his hard drive and could print it out for the school board, revealing she was different then her daily persona and perhaps end her career in the small town.
"Abby, I'm not here to blackmail you or get you to pass my lazy son by going to the board with our conversations because I didn't save them," he explained softly as he leaned against the desk again. "I will make my son do his work but I'm here today to seduce you. I enjoy our online play together, Abby, and I know you do as well, unless you've lied to me?"
He watched the emotions play across her face as she had frowned when he had suggested she had lied to him but was still staring at a spot on the floor, not looking up into his dark eyes so he ordered, "Look at me, now, Abigail."
Her eyes widened while peering up at him and he smiled lazily as he drawled, walking up to her, "Did you wear under that dress what I told you to? Hmmmm?"
