Jekyll and Hyde.
The brooding, brawny asshole, versus the calm, well dressed, cookie baking music teacher.
He led her to the empty teachers’ lounge, and as she made her way to the coffee machine, she heard him lock the door behind them. A shiver snaked down her spine, as she heard his footsteps behind her.
'I don't want anyone walking in for this.' He announced, his voice echoing off the walls. She didn't turn her head. Steeling her hands, she poured herself a coffee, stirring in the sugar methodically. He was stood behind her; she could feel him there. He was a foreboding presence, the air felt thick around them. She had no idea how he did it, but she felt as if the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs. It made no sense. She never had trouble garnering the attention of males around
