Sean
Idon’t know why I agreed to meet with Evelyn today. In public, of course. It might be fine, but it could also go terribly wrong. Why didn’t I think this through before saying yes?
The truth is that deep down, I want to see her. I want to be up close and personal again with those sexy eyes. To smell that delicious, fruity perfume she always wears. I want to see her freckles up close.
What if someone sees us and assumes the worst? Wait. I’m her teacher. This is just coffee. We can easily say we met to talk about grades or homework or class. Problem solved. My need to see her far outweighs any nerves I have about being seen.
The glass paneled door dings as I walk into the small shop.
“Hello!” The person at the counter chimes.
They hardly look up from what they’re doing, which is nice. The shop itself is a little shop on campus where locals and students hang out in equal parts.
It’s bohemian style is relaxed, but the thick smell of coffee blends makes me feel alert. It’s almost like time doesn’t exist here. I have a feeling that at night, it feels just as alive as it does during the day.
I grab two coffees and sit at a secluded table in the back.
“Hello, Mr. Frazier.”
“Ms. Blackthorn.”
I can’t help looking her up and down, the woman is unreal, even in her leggings and t-shirt, she glows and holds my attention better than anyone else in here.
I pull out a chair for her to sit and give her the coffee.
“I hope this is fine. I wasn’t sure what coffee you’d like.”
“This is perfect, thank you.”
Her shoulders are back, and her head is held high as she crosses her legs under the table. She’s damn near regal.
“You’ve been doing well in class.”
“I’d hope so,” Evelyn says with a sleek smile.
“I only eat, sleep, and breathe business.”
“It’s evident in your work.”
My eyes scan the rooms of the cafe periodically.
“What exactly are you looking at?”
Evelyn cocks her eyebrow and keeps her smile small, even though she’s being snarky.
“I think you know the answer to that, Evelyn.”
I can’t help but stare at her delicate, beautiful fingers sliding up and down her coffee cup.
“Whateverdo you mean, Mr. Frazier?”
She’s giggling now, driving me wild, being her usual naughty self. Her boldness overwhelms me with want, withneed. She likes to play, but so do I, so when I send her a smirk instead of anger, she giggles even more.
“You’re bold, Ms. Blackthorn. That’ll get you far in life, especially in business. You’re a great, calculated, risk taker.”
The compliment takes her aback and I can see her shut down, even just for a moment.
“Thank you,” Evelyn says.