d next to it is the monster toss. Finally, we’ve got mummy making 101 in the far corner. And for those of you who like to boogie, you can dance. Tell me dancing is allowed in Salvation.”
“Let’s see your moves, Fireman Tucker,” Becky called out.
“Moves?”
The kids all called out for him to dance. Every school seemed to have a teacher like him. All the kids loved him. Most teachers admired him, even if they were jealous of his ability to engage kids in learning. I wondered how long he’d be able to hold on to this enthusiasm in his career. Most teachers I knew who started out full of energy and enthusiasm, slowly burned down. Not necessarily out, but by slow degrees, the energy waned. I hoped that never happened with him.
Tucker stepped away from the stereo system in a swagger that immediately had my blood pumping. He stopped, and while bouncing slightly, he moved his arms and hips in a way that made me want to jump him. Then he did a turn ending with his arms out in a ta-da motion.
The kids all whooped and cheered.
“I’m on fire,” Becky said. “Do you think fireman Tucker will extinguish it for me?”
I managed a smile, but inside I was pulling her hair and telling her to stay away from my man.
“Come dance with me, Ms. Dracula,” Tucker said to me.
I knew how to dance. In my younger days, like when I was Tucker’s age, I danced a lot. But it was one of those things that went by the wayside as life went on. So, I wasn’t sure I still had it in me.
“Come on,” he said with a cheeky grin. “You know you want to.”
I did, actually. I liked dancing.
Becky bumped me. “Go show him what you’ve got.”
Feeling self-conscious and yet wanting to be a good sport and show the kids how to join in, I stepped forward. I did a side-to-side body wave moving my hands slow up over my head. The music was fast, so the move wasn’t sensual, although the look in Tucker’s eyes suggested otherwise.
“Come on, don’t let the old fogie teachers have more fun than you,” Karen said into the mic. The kids all then dispersed to the games and some joined us on the dance floor.
As I moved aside, Tucker walked with me. “You’ve been holding out, Holly.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve got moves.”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I’ve shown you my moves.”
His eyes flashed with heat. “So, you have. Thank God my fireman pants are baggy.” He waggled his brows. I wondered if he really had a hard on or not.
Once the kids got into the party, everything went well, until Bently Cramer threw up after binge eating candy corn and caramel popcorn.
“Ikk.” Tucker shook his head.
“I don’t know where George is,” I said of the janitor.
“I’ll take him to get cleaned up.” Becky put her arms on Bently’s shoulders and guided him out to the restroom.
“I guess I’ll do puke duty,” Tucker said. “Can you tell me where vomit clean-up stuff is?”
“I’ll show you.” I led him out of the gym and toward the janitor’s closet. George wasn’t anywhere, so I used the master key I was given for the event, and opened the closet.
The room was a good size and organized. “I think it’s back on these shelves.”
The door closed and Tucker took my arm, pulling me to him and pressing me back against the door.
“I wasn’t joking about my dick,” he said. “You look so fucking hot.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was consuming mine in a fiery heat that left me breathless. I could do nothing except respond, which I did by looping my arms around him, pressing my hips to his, noting said erection, and kissing him back.