Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
My breasts had luckily stopped their faucet imitation, and I was now ready to go face the man who’d seen me practically naked.
My freakin’ teacher.
Oh, my God, I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t. I was just going to move into the shower.
If he needed it, I’d hide in the closet.
But then Tallulah’s ‘I’m hungry’ cry filled the air, and I had no choice but to go out there and face the man.
He had my child, after all.
And he also didn’t have boobs to feed her.
Walking out of the bathroom like a child dragging their heels, I headed towards the crying.
I found my unhappy child in Tommy’s lap while he tried to distract her with a set of keys.
It wasn’t working.
Not even a little bit.
“My mom didn’t feed her dinner,” I said. “We think she’s getting another ear infection.”
Tommy frowned.
“She’s hurting or hungry?” he asked me.
“Both, probably,” I admitted, reaching for her.
He handed her over, and I took a seat on the recliner before discreetly lifting my shirt up for Tallulah to latch on.
I chanced a peek up to see Tommy’s eyes trained directly on me, taking everything in with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher.
My gaze immediately snapped back down as my cheeks went hot.
Doing some rearranging, I fidgeted and wiggled until everything that could be covered, was covered.
Tallulah was oblivious to the charged silence in the room, her hungry mouth suckling away without a care in the world.
“Let me go get my bag out of my room, and we’ll check her ear.”
I blinked as I looked up, finally making eye contact with him, and froze.
He was staring intently at me, enraptured by my every move.
Then he smiled a smile I hadn’t seen from him before, and all I could think was ‘oh, shit!’
Why?
Because that smile communicated that he was done with the nice teacher act. Done with trying to stay away from me and out of my pants…and I couldn’t say that I had it in me to resist him.
I wanted him just as much as he wanted me, and it was obvious in the way we watched each other.
Oh yeah, this was about to come to a head, and I knew without a doubt that it was going to be earth shattering—for both me and my vagina.
***
An hour later, I found my ass on Tommy’s bed, nervous as hell but seriously glad that I’d shaved.
“I’ll call in a prescription for her tomorrow,” he was saying into his phone as he walked around the room. “And we’ll give it to her if she exhibits any more signs other than the pulling of her ear. I might need you to go get it.”
Tommy had, in fact, looked in her ear.
While I was still breastfeeding her.
He didn’t seem to care that he was only millimeters from my exposed breast.
If he could be a professional about it, so could I.
At the time.
Now, not so much.
Tallulah was sleeping, and I’d just gotten off the phone with my dad telling him where I was and what had transpired to get me there.
After my father had hung up, I’d come to the bedroom—the only one with a bed in it—and quickly sat down before throwing the fluffy covers over me.
I tried to make my eyes take in Tommy’s house instead of the man himself who was flexing, bending and shaking in front of me.
Okay, so he wasn’t intentionally doing those things.
He was on the phone with someone—one of the guys from his club—telling them about Tallulah, my car and where they could find it in the morning.
But he was animated when he spoke. Very animated.
His muscles rippled, and his belly bunched. His eyes shone with each of his expressions.
I roughly ripped my thoughts away from the contemplation of his abs and forced myself to look at the walls surrounding me. I could see the entire house from where I was sitting on Tommy’s bed.
The door to his bedroom opened to a hallway that was smack in the middle of the open living room/dining room, and across the hall from that was another bedroom where I could see Tallulah sleeping in a Pack-n-Play that apparently, his sister had left there for when her kids came to visit.
“All right,” Tommy growled in frustration. “I’m likely not making it to church in the morning. Not unless you can meet me at the dry line.”
The dry line he was talking about was where the part of Mooresville that wasn’t flooded met with the part that was.
I looked down and studied the sheets on Tommy’s bed.
They were jersey knit sheets, and they were so soft that I made a mental note to go buy some for my bed the next time I had a little extra cash.
The comforter was made of the same material, and I wondered if he’d miss it if I took it.