“Thanks, Ry. I appreciate it.”
“Not a problem. Now, let me get back to work so our little princess won’t be kept waiting. You know how she gets when the diva doesn’t get her afternoon snack.” Sienna puts hangry to a whole other level. She’s truly just like her mom in that area.
“Yeah, yeah. I hear what you’re not saying, you know?” Melody laughs. My face must be showing what I’m thinking.
“You can’t deny it.” I get back to work, already coming up with a plan about what I’ll do when I see Berkley Jennings, how I’ll make her mine. Damn, one touch of her body touching mine had me jacking off like a teenager this past month. The way her lush ass curved into my groin perfectly. She’s on the taller side, and with those high heels she was rocking, it put her at the perfect height. All I’d have to do is get rid of the layers of clothes we had on, bend my knees, and we’d be at the perfect level. It’s one of the fantasies I’ve used multiple times—her bent over a table, ass in the air, face down on my bed, me holding her against the wall while my cock surges deep inside her. It’s been on repeat. I never thought I’d see her again, but it looks like today I’ll be getting what I’ve been dreaming of.
This thought puts a pep in my step. I fly through all the prep work that’s needed for this evening, let the other chefs know I’ll be out, and so will Melody, but to call me if they have an issue.
Once that’s done, I head out the door, climb into my truck, and drive my ass home for a quick shower and change of clothes. I’m off to get my girl, and nothing is going to stop me today. Even if it means using my niece as an in, which I’d usually be completely against, but desperate measures and all that. Plus, knowing Sienna, she’ll barter something in the way of dessert or a toy. It’ll all be worth it when Berkley is mine.ThreeBerkleyMy first day was a success. Sure, there were some rocky parts, but for the most part it was smooth sailing. Lunchtime was our only hiccup, partly because I noticed a certain little girl forgot her food in her mom’s car. The waterworks were coming on, and we had to avert that crisis. I snuck some money to the lunch lady and let her know Sienna’s lunch was covered.
Now, the kids are playing in the corners the girls and I’ve created in my room, a reading nook, a toy area for building things, and then another for fictional play. I figured if we got through our curriculum for the day, there was no reason why they couldn’t spend their last twenty minutes doing something fun, and it seems to have worked out so far.
Each parent comes to pick up their child, something I love about this school. They’re not big on parent pick-up lanes in vehicles. It might be a public school, but it definitely has that private small-town feel.
“Miss Jennings, can you come play with me?” Sienna the last one here, which kind of shocks me because her parents seemed super caring when I had that incident at the restaurant. Even this morning, Sienna’s mom seemed like she was right there watching her every movement.
“Sure.” I think nothing of it. Today, when I got dressed, I made sure my clothes were easy to move around in, so I’m wearing an oversized plum-colored sweater that covers all the goods, paired with a pair of black leggings. It needed some pizazz, because if not, Aspen would come after me. Though, I do have to say the faux snakeskin booties really tie the outfit together. Bonus for it being comfortable.
Sienna is in the reading nook area. This was my task when the girls came in to help me, and it’s probably my favorite place of all. There’s a shelf filled to the brim with books, my mom’s doing. I had her hunt and peck for age and school appropriate books the minute I was assigned to my first-grade class. Then I made sure there were massive floor pillows, a cushy area rug, and a children’s play tent. It’s so neat and even has all of the continents imprinted on it. I’ve always been this nerdy type person mixed with a bit of sunshine and hurricane, at least that’s what my daddy always says.
“What book do you have there?” I ask her once we settle into the space. I guess she likes to read instead of play. I’m perfectly okay with that. There are only so many things you can build before you want to give up.
“Dr. Seuss. I read them a lot when I’m at home.” I’ve noticed a lot about the children in my classroom, mostly that they talk so well for their age.