Why does my name sound so sensual on his lips? As if he's whispering in my ear while there's only two of us, lying in bed naked...
"Ms. Jones, if you have something to say, please speak louder," he continues, destroying my fantasies, making me come back to reality. "I don't like repeating myself."
For a couple of moments, he keeps staring at me, and that look makes me shiver.
I open my mouth to apologize, but he turns away and continues his speech.
When I take a look at Sky, she seems worried, and she gives me a pitying look, probably worrying that I have already pissed off our new professor.
She has no idea how much I pissed him off.
I try to keep my head low and my mouth shut for the rest of the lesson, waiting until it's over, which seems almost impossible since minutes pass like hours.
The second the bell rings, I jump off my seat and grab my bag, rushing to the door, pushing Sky to go faster, and she looks at me with surprise.
"Ms. Jones, hold on a minute," he says, and I freeze in place, unable to look at him.
Sky must see the terror on my face, so she reassures me. "Don't worry, it's probably just about the interruption," she says as she passes on the way to the door.
No, it's not,I think but cannot tell her because she's already gone.
And now I'm standing in the middle of the classroom five feet away from my teacher slash secret man.
Daniel doesn't even look at me at first, sorting through papers on the table.
I freeze, trying not to breathe when the door closes behind Sky.
When he looks up at me, my heart stops.
I'm scared, precisely the way I was yesterday, when he accused me of setting him up.
"Savannah," he starts, placing his pen on the desk and taking a step closer to me as softly as a lion preparing to attack, "do you know what it means when someone tells you he'll drive you home?"
I swallow. He doesn’t expect an answer, does he? He’s just pointing out that I disobeyed him, and now he's waiting for me to try to justify myself.
I won't do this. He might be the head of the school, but he will do nothing to me because he can't tell anyone that I was there.
"Answer me," he commands, louder this time, but I keep silent.
Then he steps closer, so close that I smell his cologne. I want to step back, but that would mean that I'm a coward, which I am not, and I don't want him to think of me like that.
"I had another driver," I say carefully, finally able to breathe again.
My confidence slowly returns as I realize that this man can't hurt me while we're at school.
He clenches his jaw tightly out of anger, obviously dissatisfied with my answer.
"So you're the new head of the school?" I try to sound at ease, but my voice is trembling a little.
"I'm not; that's not how it works," he answers, to my surprise. "My father's deputy is now in charge. I will just give lectures till the end of this school year."
So he's not going to continue as a teacher in this school. What a shame. He would be the hottest teacher who ever worked here.
Why am I so disappointed? I'm leaving for college in a couple of months.
"Combining two jobs, huh?" I ask with a smirk. "A day job and a night job, so to speak."
"Don't tell this to anyone," he hisses. His gaze is cold and menacing, and I see how his fingers clench into fists.