LeilaI didn’t even bother pulling out the paint supplies. I was expecting a call from Christopher. We had briefly talked yesterday, and he had asked if I would like to do something over the weekend. I, of course, said yes. After the incident with the dean, I had been very careful not to let myself get in any more compromising positions. Christopher stopped by and said hello and that was that.No more lunches. No private moments in my classroom. Nothing. I was starved for his attention and his touch. I had gotten up early, taken care of all the little things I hadn’t done all week, and got ready for the day.When my phone rang, I practically jumped on it. “Hi!” I answered a little too enthusiastically and not at all cool and casual.“Hi. You sound excited.”“No, not at all. What’s up?”“I was wondering if you’d like to come over and hang out by the lake, maybe have a barbecue or something?” he asked.I grinned, my face practically splitting in two with my wide smile. “I would love to.

ChristopherI carried the steaks to the table, proud of the way they had turned out. Leila had done a great job setting the table and putting out just about every condiment possible. I liked that she was thinking of me and trying to make sure I had all I needed. It was very sweet.I watched as she cut into the steak, anxious to see what she thought. “Well?” I asked.She smiled, dabbing at her full lips with a napkin. “Perfect. It’s better than any restaurant I’ve ever been to.”“Liar,” I said with a laugh.“Not at all. It’s really very good.”“Thank you.”“Do you do a lot of cooking?” she asked.I shrugged. “I do more than I used to.”“Did you have to learn, after—” she said, not completing the sentence.“Actually, no. I knew how to cook before I was married, but I kind of got out of practice during the marriage. She did all the cooking.”She smiled and nodded. “I understand.”“What about you? Are you a gourmet cook?”She burst into laughter. “I’m a gourmet eater, does that count?”I

LeilaStanding naked before a man like Christopher was probably my biggest fear, but I wasn’t afraid. I felt daring and sexy and like I could conquer the world. His eyes devoured me. With every heated look I felt even sexier.“Are you going to let me see the goods or am I going to have to strip you myself?” I asked in a husky voice.He slowly shook his head, reaching down to pull off his shirt. I watched, feeling like I was front row at my own personal Thunder from Down Under show. He didn’t stop until he was completely naked. My eyes roamed over his naked body. Damn. He was so damn hot. I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to get to be with him.“I want you.”I smiled. “That’s good because I’m about ready to devour you.”His nostrils flared. “That’s exactly what I had in mind. Sit. There.”I looked behind me to where he had nodded his head. An accent chair was positioned in front of the fireplace. I gulped down the nerves and anxiousness and did what he asked, delicately sitting my

ChristopherI woke up with a start when I heard a door close. It had not closed—it had been slammed. I lifted my head from the pillow. Leila was still asleep. I took a second to admire how beautiful she looked while she slept. I noticed a bit of whisker burn on her cheek and couldn’t help but smile. I had a feeling her inner thighs would also be sporting the same redness. Any chance of having a little morning action was stolen away with the slamming of the front door.I could hear stuff being slammed and tossed around and knew there was no way I was going to being able to ignore it. I quickly extracted my arm from under Leila and quietly got out of bed without jostling her. I pulled on some sweats and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I didn’t want Olin to find Leila in my bed. That was not the way I envisioned their first meeting.I headed downstairs, pausing about halfway down. I assumed it was Olin, but I couldn’t say for sure. I hoped a burglar would be s

LeilaI had gotten a rather vague text from Christopher last night and nothing more. I felt horrible for crashing into the kitchen and interrupting the father-son thing. I should have stayed put. I had woken up and found Christopher missing from bed. I assumed he was in the kitchen making coffee like he had before. I had gotten up and headed downstairs.I walked right into the middle of something between Christopher and his son. I had sensed it the moment it happened, but I was too late. There was no turning back. The kid had seen me, and he was not happy about it.I walked into my office, dropping my briefcase on the desk and taking my seat. I looked at the picture on the wall and smiled. I would always remember the students in that class. Not because they had impressed me, but because Christopher had. I had looked at the picture about a million times. They had used a selfie-stick and taken the picture in the classroom. It was goofy. Half of them were looking at the wall or each othe