Bad Teacher

But that’s beside the point.

We’re keeping it on the down low right now.

You know, so nobody notices we’re together.

We’re being sneaky. Only kissing when we’re alone, like in the closet or the bathroom or his office. During lunch time and office hours, we keep it strictly business. It’s nothing personal. We just don’t want the rest of the employees to think I got this job because I blow him … every now and then.

I only do it because he licks me on his desk. It’s a fair exchange.

Although he does tend to steal my panties whenever we’re done, I don’t mind. As long as I know where they’re going and what he’s doing with them. Besides, if my panties are the only ones he wants to sniff, I’d call that a win. He’s not the only one with a fetish. I mean, I did love it when he put his tie around my wrists, and I’m sure he’ll find out soon enough that’s my kink. I like losing control.

Only to the right man, of course.

And TJ … I’m wondering if he’s it.

Because someday, I want this to be more than just sex.

But I wonder if he wants that too, and if we’ll ever get there with this office between us, hampering our relationship.

For the time being, I’m content with what we have. As long as I get to keep my job and I can work on my side business during off-hours, I’m perfectly fine. And who knows, maybe I’ll start a business, quit this job, and then we can finally become a real couple. No show. No faking a platonic relationship. Just me, him … and the pooches.

We’re like one big, happy family.

Minus the family part.

But we’ll get to that soon.

First, I have to get this document to TJ and make him proud. I print out the plan and jump up from my computer. Pepper runs away from underneath my desk, where she was lying on my feet. I guess I scared her.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Pep. C’mere.” I lure her with my fingers and pet her head. “Wanna come see TJ and Dozer?”

Her tongue drops out the moment she hears their names, so I guess that’s a yes.

“C’mon then,” I say, patting my lap. She jumps up, and I catch her. We’ve come so far since the first time we met. I can’t believe I actually love this dog. Although, to me, she isn’t really a dog. More like a small kid I have to take care of. And who could say no to that cute button nose and that waggling tail? Like who is that heartless? Not even me, even though I was scared to death at first. But I won’t admit that to anyone if they ask. Obviously. Gotta play it cool.

When the printer finishes, I pick up the stack of papers and go upstairs toward TJ’s office where Gillian is sitting behind her desk, following my every move.

“He’s not in right now,” she says.

I stop in my tracks. “Yeah, he is. I saw him come in.”

“He’s having lunch with some associates.”

“I didn’t see him leave,” I say.

She leans on the counter with her elbows and says, “So you’re watching him now?”

“Of course, I am. He’s my boss. I’m supposed to deliver this to him, so I have to know if he’s here.” I show her the stack of papers.

“You can leave it at my desk. I’ll take it to him when he gets back.”

I make a face. “No thanks. I’d rather see him myself and hand them to him personally.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’ve got a thing for him, don’t you?”

Fuck me. The nerve.

And fuck me for real because my cheeks are blazing hot, and I know she can see it because she’s gathering air in her cheeks and is about ready to burst with laughter.

“Excuse me?” I say.

“Well, I’m only saying.” She shrugs. “You seem a bit obsessed.”

“Well …” I take a deep breath. “You seem obsessed with me. Do you have a thing for me?”

Her jaw drops, and she makes a distinct ‘uh’ sound as if she’s shocked I even dared to suggest it.

“Excuse me?” she says.

I shrug. “Exactly what I said.”

“I don’t date girls,” she says.

“Whatever.” I turn and walk toward his office, determined not to let her stop me again.

“Wait! You can’t go in there!”

“Oh, yeah? You gonna stop me?” I’m too sarcastic to care right now.

What’s she gonna do? Get me fired? Good luck.

If he’s there, I’m going to make her face her lies, and if he isn’t, I’m going to drop it on his desk and make sure to keep an eye on her so she doesn’t snatch it.

I don’t know what her problem with me is, but I’m almost certain it’s got something to do with the fact she’s upset at me for stealing his attention. That, or she wants my job.