Flirting
1554 Words
Noah’s POV
I tried to remember what Barbara had taught me so far. She said the most important thing was to be confident no matter what and I had to break the wall our age difference would bring.
As I walked beside Mr. Hardly, I tried to control my nerves and stop myself from sweating so much. I was sweating in my friggin’ balls.
The door to the administrative office was in sight. As we got closer, I realized my heart was racing so fast that it made me feel dizzy.
Mr. Hardly led me into the office like I was a criminal being taken into custody. The secretary, Miss Wendy gave me a disapproving look. It was as if she was glad I had gotten in trouble and she wanted me to get the worse punishment ever. She would suggest an hour in a torture rack if it was legal.
“You can go in now.” She said, barely looking up at me. “She’s waiting for you.”
At her words every courage I had managed to summon up disappeared completely. I felt empty and unsure of myself. What did I hope to do going into her office like that? She was going to dish out punishment for me and move on.
I hesitated a bit but moved on into the office before Mr. Hardly could think of poking me in. The office was just as I remembered. The table was shiny and looked like it had just been polished.
Evelyn Buckley was dressed in a dark suit with a matching skirt. She looked just like a Principal. Or maybe a Defense attorney.
I took a deep breath. You’ve got this… You are in charge…
“So you’re the famous Noah Grant?” She said tilting her head to the side.
Her words threw me off guard. I wasn’t expecting it. She knew my name and had even referred to me as ‘famous’. What could I possibly be famous for?
“Huh?” I sounded just as I looked; confused.
She pushed a file on the table till it was in front of me. My name was written in front of the file. I opened it and flipped through the information written in it. It was all about me. Mostly about the leaked video incident.
“Wow. This looks detailed.” I admitted dropping the file and sliding it back to her side of the table.
I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She kept her face expressionless and her manner formal. This was going to be harder than I thought.
“Didn’t I see you last night?” She frowned at me. I could tell she was trying to piece my face together in her mind.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “Sure. You were with no-tipper Vodermolt.”
Evelyn Buckley lost her composure for a minute and chuckled.
“Damn. That’s a striking description.”
I nodded.
“I was glad you didn’t go back with him. Who knows. He probably has Harry’s skull hanging off his wall.”
Her chuckle morphed into full-blown laughter. She almost fell off the chair. It was going well after all.
“You’re hilarious.” She said as she wiped her eyes.
“I try.” I shrugged.
Evelyn Buckley cleared her throat and her manner changed. She became the ruthless Principal once again.
“You were in a fight.”
I sighed and nodded.
“You don’t look like it.” She raised a brow at me.
I had taken a swing at Davey. Oh, it was twice. Two swings and Mr. Hardly had jumped in at just the right time to save my face from Davey’s large terrifying fists.
“I’m lucky. I guess.” I shrugged.
My heart was still racing like crazy. This was new territory for me. I had never done anything like this in my life. I tried to convince myself I had everything under control.
She gazed at me giving me a long measured stare. It was almost as if she was trying to break me down or intimidate me with her eyes. Or both. Whichever it was, it was working.
“I can’t think of a punishment for you.” She sighed. “But I have to. It’s my job now.”
I smirked at her. Don’t show fear or weakness. Confidence. Be confident. Breath confidence.
“Do your job then, Evelyn.”
She was shocked to hear me call her using her first name. Her expression showed her surprise. She wasn’t sure how to react to it. Her mouth opened, froze for some minutes then closed again.
Eve’s POV
I still tried to get over the fact he had just addressed me by my first name. I had absolutely no idea we were on a first-name basis now and it came as one great big shock to me.
The look on his face wasn’t defiant. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was trying to be charming. He looked handsome the way his brows rose as he waited for his verdict. It was almost as if he was daring me to give him the worse punishment imaginable.
I pulled out the single sheet of paper from the lower drawer where the punishments had been written down.
The worse so far was a week in the detention room. The room was a black door that was always locked. It was inside my office. The room was empty and it was supposed to make the kids scream in agony. I thought it was stupid.
“A week in the detention room?” I said with uncertainty.
He was a menace but I wasn’t sure his crimes made him a candidate for a week in a soulless empty room.
“Sure. Sounds about right.” He said with a smirk.
For some reason, he wanted to go to detention so badly. Could it be that there was a class he was trying to avoid so badly or was there something more to this?
“You seem to want it.”
He didn’t flinch. I was right after all. He wanted the detention room. Well, I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure.
“I think letting you clean the janitor’s room seems more ideal,” I said returning the paper.
His expression crumbled. “Fuck.”
“That’s more like it.” I smiled at him.
He smiled back. “You look hot when you smile like that.”
I was about to speak but my head cleared completely when I heard what he had just said. I frowned at him but he kept the smile. He didn’t flutter or break under my scowl.
“Did you just flirt with me?”
He nodded. “Yep.” Noah sat up edging closer. “Do I get the detention room now?”
Wendy had been right. He was dangerous. It wasn’t that I felt mad he had done it. I didn’t. I felt a tinge moving through me.
Somehow he was making me feel vulnerable. Why? Why was I feeling vulnerable? I pushed how I was feeling aside and tried to focus on doing my job.
“Uhm, n- no.” I stuttered.
I took a breath. A deep breath and then tried again.
“No, Noah. You don’t.” My voice sounded husky.
He seemed to be pleased with the effect he was having on me. His smile was just too wide and too satisfying. He reminded me of a rockstar about to receive a prestigious award.
"Don't you have a janitor's room to clean? Off you go." I said without looking at him.
I needed him gone.
Noah lingered for a second or two before getting up to leave. I heard the door close behind him and felt a wave of relief wash through my body.
I noticed my hands were unsteady. I didn't want Wendy to see me like this. She was as sharp as a bloody hawk. She would notice easily.
I hit the button on the com and heard the buzz.
"Wendy?" I spoke to the machine.
Wendy responded. She sounded surprised I was using the comm.
"I want to be alone for a few minutes. No meetings. Nothing.”
I let go of the button before she could respond.
My body had betrayed me because of the s****l tension building up within me. If I didn't get a release soon, I might lose my f*****g mind.
I felt wet. I knew I was wet. The thought of touching myself in the office seemed appealing.
Wendy would make sure I wasn't interrupted. It wasn't up for a mental debate. I needed it.
My fingers went under the table. I spread out my legs and edged my panties to the side.
Yesss!
My breath caught in my throat. Why does it feel this good? It feels like uhh-
My fingers were all sticky with the stuff. It was like an ocean down there. Every contact made me moan soundlessly. Every slight touch.
"Yes. That's it. Yes. Urrrrh."
My f*****g clits! That's the spot.
I heard the knob turn and the door open just as I was about to jump off the edge of a mind-numbing orgasm…
Fuck! f**k! f**k! Fuckkkkkk!!!
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