Dr. Daddy's Virgin

“I’m not sure what to tell you about that, but I can guarantee that this will not stand,” he said firmly. I couldn’t stop myself from noticing the way his jeans were stretched tightly across his thighs as he absentmindedly ran a hand down one of them.

“I think we can work together to get Nina back on track,” I said, forcing my attention away from Blake Gaston’s rock-solid body and back to the papers in front of me.

“Oh, I’ll get her back on track all right,” he said, as he slid out from behind the desk and stood in front of me.

“Well, don’t do anything too drastic,” I said, as I looked up into his eyes. I could smell the scent of smoke and pine wafting across the space between us, and the masculine smell only intensified my attraction. “I’m sure that if you speak to her and point out the need for her to consider her grades as part of her college goals, we’ll be able to move her back toward a more productive study path.”

“The hell with that; I’m going to tell her that I’m taking her phone away until she gets her damn grades up!” he declared, as he folded the report I’d given him into a neat little square and stuffed it into the front pocket of his shirt. “This may be the only thing her mother and I can agree on anymore.”

“Well, I’ll be here to support Nina and encourage her to live up to her potential,” I said, as he turned and stalked across the room toward the door. When he reached it, he stopped and turned back toward me.

“Was there anything else you wanted to discuss, Ms. Fowler?” he asked.

“No, that’s all,” I said, even though my body was clearly giving me signs that there was a lot else I wanted to discuss with this man. He nodded and exited out into the hallway as I sunk down into my chair and ran a hand through my hair, trying to compose myself.

It took me awhile to get myself and my things together as images of Blake Gaston filled my mind. As I headed out to my car, I wondered if KO was working tonight and briefly considered making a detour to The Lucky Clover to have a drink and tell her about the conference, but the heavy bag of homework assignments I’d slung over my shoulder told me that this would not be a good choice.

I sighed as I started the car and headed home to feed Howard and get started on grading papers.

Chapter Seven

Blake

Friday morning, I rolled into work just as Tony pulled up and parked. The storm had left several feet of snow in its wake, but Chief had made sure the street in front of the station had been plowed first. It was the little things that he took care of that made a difference in the morale at the fire station, and we all appreciated the effort.

“What’s shakin’ Big B?” Tony called, as he walked toward me. “How’d the teacher conference go yesterday?”

“Good news, bad news,” I said. “My kid is failing History, but her teacher is gorgeous.”

“Ooooh, hot for teacher!” Tony yelled, as he slapped my back. “I’m liking the sound of this!”

“You’re such a damn pervert,” I sighed, as I pulled open the door to the station and walked inside. “She’s Nina’s teacher, for God’s sake. I mean, sure, she’s a knockout, but I didn’t exactly ask about her marital status or whether she’d like to go out for dinner.”

“Why not just ask if she wants to do you on her desk?” Tony asked, as we shoved our backpacks and coats into our lockers.

“You have got to be shitting me,” I laughed. “It was a parent-teacher conference, not some cheesy porn flick, you idiot!”

“I know, but I can dream, can’t I?” Tony asked.

“Not about me or my sex life, you weirdo,” I laughed, as I smacked the back of his head.

We joined the rest of the crew in the kitchen for a breakfast spread that included eggs, bacon, and pancakes. As we dished up our plates and poured ourselves coffee, Chief came into the dining room with a serious look on his face.

“Gentlemen and ladies, we have a new addition to the squad today,” he said, stepping back to reveal a tall, serious-looking young man standing behind him. “I’d like to introduce you to our rookie squad member, Cal Jordan. I’d like you to welcome him and show him the ropes.”

Muttered welcomes rose up from the lips of the squad members bent over their plates, trying to shovel in a meal before a call came in.

“Thanks, it’s good to be here,” Cal said, as he ducked his head and grabbed a plate. Chief shot me and Tony a look before walking back to his office.

I said nothing as I scooted my chair closer to Tony to make room for the new guy. The rest of the squad began asking questions and teasing Cal about his rookie status.

“Fucking great,” Tony mumbled, as he shoved another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

Suddenly the station bells began ringing as a voice came over the intercom informing us that we had a call. Tony quickly shoved the last piece of bacon on his plate into his mouth and pushed himself away from the table.

“C’mon, rookie!” I yelled, as we all headed for the rigs. Once loaded, I reached over and adjusted the closure on Cal’s coat, telling him, “You have to make sure to close it properly or you’ll end up with a shitload of ash going down your neck and chest.”

He nodded solemnly as he looked down and took note of the proper way to fasten it. I didn’t mind rookies; I just didn’t want to have to babysit them while I was trying to do my job. This kid looked like he’d just graduated from high school, and I worried that he was too green to be of any use at the structure fire we were headed to.