I laugh deeply, pulling her close as I kiss her deeply.
After she leaves, I head into my office and open my safe. I heft the gun in my hands, my jaw tightening as I nod quietly. Nobody is going to hurt her while I’m around. And if they try?
God help them.
In my office back in the Winchester admin building, I close the door and then sink into my chair. My eyes skim over my to-do list, and I groan.
Fuck.
I’ve got a shitload to do. First, there’s still the matter of filling the Vice Principal position after Natasha Owens put in her notice to go take over as Dean of Admissions for NYU. Which is a great job, and I’m happy for her. But now here I am trying to find a third fucking Vice Principal in the span of one school year. Not exactly a great look for the school. And on top of that, Coach Kirby, our incredible swim coach, is leaving too, right after regionals are over, in order to pursue swimming for Team USA in the Olympics. Also, a great opportunity, but again, an amazing staff member it’s now my unhappy job to replace.
I scowl, glaring at the list of shit to do on my desk before I sink back in my chair. My mind wanders, and I groan as I feel my cock start to harden.
Shit.
All I want is her. All I want. I grumble, scanning down the list of other day-to-day admin stuff that needs doing before I take one last little replay of the night before of her moaning so sweetly for me and coming all over my cock, before I clear my mind.
Time to work.
…Maybe.
“Sir?”
My intercom buzzes and then squawks with the sound of my secretary’s voice.
“Hey, Loraine. What’s up?”
“There’s someone here to see you.”
I frown, glancing at my day planner and seeing a blank space I’ve booked out to look over VP resumes.
“Who?”
“A Ms. Henley?”
My jaw tightens, and there’s not a power on earth that would stop my cock from thickening in my pants in this moment.
“She’s apparently been sent to see you for misbehaving in class?”
I arch a brow. Brynn Henley, aside from recent events involving stripping for the mob, is categorically a good girl. A model student. And I’m having a pretty hard time imaging her doing something to get her sent to the fucking Principal’s office.
“What did she do?”
Loraine clears her throat. “She says she lost the note from her professor, but that she does need to report to you immediately. If you’re busy, I can reschedule her for later in the day—”
“Send her in.”
The words growl from my throat, heavy with lust, and I quickly shake the heat from my head and try it again.
“I mean, no, Loraine, I can make time. Could you send her in?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, and Loraine? Feel free to take a lunch. I’m good for a while.”
“Are you sure?”
Absofuckinglutely.