My Second Chance at Love

Breakfast then work

Emma’s POV…

He kissed me so passionately and then told me that he was gonna miss me. Oh my heart just squeezed so tight in my chest. I’m gonna miss him so much. He walked me to my car and put my bag in. I notice the bear on the steering wheel. What the hell? He’s looking at me and grinning.

“Andrew, where did the flowers come from?” He starts walking to his truck.

“The gas station.”

“When did you go to the gas station?”

“This morning.” He climbs in his truck and shuts the door.

I crank my car and the tank is full. Damn this man! I think I’m actually falling in love with him. Hell! I may already be there. s**t!

He pulls out and I pull out behind him. We drive the half mile to Waffle House. He gets there first and I get stuck at a red light. I pull in and he’s walking out. He opens my door for me.

“I already ordered. You’ve got coffee and I stalked your f*******: so you’ve got a pecan waffle. Is that good?”

My heart constricts. He knew exactly what I would have ordered. It’s my favorite here.

“That’s actually perfect. Thanks so much.”

“Don’t lie. I got you bacon too cause I know you’d want it,” he says them kisses me.”

We walk in hand in hand and I can’t wipe the silly smile off my face.

As we sit at the bar, he puts a hand on my thigh and I wrap my arm around his bicep. We barely have time to sit before our food is being put on plates in front of us.

“Babe I actually called it in. I don’t want you to be late. Did you grab your lunch?”

“s**t! No!”

“Okay. Give me the key to the apartment and I’ll go back and grab it. I can bring it to the school for you. I don’t mind.”

“Andrew, it’s out of the way. The school is north and you’re headed south.”

“Yeah, and,” he just glares at me. “I can still do this for you. Let me do kind things for you.”

“Okay. Thank you,” and I kiss him for the fortieth time this morning. We both dig in and eat our breakfast. I’m very satisfied and finished with as much as I can handle. The waitress brings me a to go cup of coffee and I fix it. I’m about to stand when he grabs my hand.

“The apartment key, Emma. Also the name of the school or I’ll stalk you on social media again until I get it.”

I smile and give him both, then we get up. He pays with a card which I find odd. He has been paying for food in cash. Hmmmm

We get to the car and I get in. I put my coffee in the cup holder and it makes an odd noise. I pick it up and see cash. I pull it out and see forty dollars. I just glance at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“This makes me feel like a prostitute. We had a s**t ton of s*x and now you’re giving me cash.”

“No. You feel taken care of. You don’t get paid for nearly two weeks and you’re on a tight budget. I won’t be here. I want you to be able to go out to eat. I’m taking care of you. Appreciate it and hush. Also, if forty bucks is the rate you’d expect for what you put out, you need to up your rate babe.”

I open my mouth and shut it a couple of times and then say, “okay.”

I kiss him again and head to work.

I think about him the entire drive. I think about his hands and other parts. Every part of him is large. He’s kinda overbearing but in a protective way. I’ve never felt protected before and I honestly love it. I like feeling like my needs are met. I love knowing that he thinks of me and looks for ways to meet my needs and wants. I’m so caught up in my thoughts that the drive feels like it goes by faster than usual. I park behind the school and clock in. I put my bag away and set up my laptop. I’m standing by my door greeting students as they walk to breakfast and I’m talking to my favorite teacher friend. She’s asking me how my weekend was and I’m being purposely vague. She knew I’d been talking to someone.

My back is to the hallway leading to the front office but I know he’s here when I hear the murmurings. I hear a male teacher stop him and turn to watch the showdown.

“Can I help you sir?”

“Naw man. I’m headed to Emma’s classroom. She left her lunch this morning.”

“You’re not her husband,” the technology teacher countered.

“You’re right, I’m not. I’m better.” He chin ups at me and winks.

The teacher I’ve been talking to gasps and whispers to me, “Emma he’s so freakin hot. I expect details later.”

I look him up and down and realize he’s scrumptious. He’s sporting an obvious chubby in his jeans and my mouth waters. He’s still two door away from me and he’s striding to me in the most s****l way possible. I put my hand on my hip and smirk at him. His jeans fit his thighs so good. They showcase exactly what those thighs are capable of. When he reaches me, he grazes my jaw with his hand and whispers in my ear.

“Emma, if you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’m gonna take you to my truck and find somewhere to give you a quickie. You’ve got my d**k hard and I’ve had three other teachers check me out for it.”

“Yeah? Well, I have it on good authority that it’s a nice one.” I wink at him.

He hands me my lunch then very obviously, he hands me my apartment key. It’s like he wants everyone to know he’s got access.

“Thanks. It’ll be a good lunch, but I know something I’d rather have.”

He just tosses his head back and groans.

“Okay, Emma. I’m gonna leave here and head south before I get in trouble. It’s been a long time since I’ve been taken to the principals office. Call me, okay?”

“Yup. Hey, Andrew?” He looks at me as a reply. “Enjoy you’re camera roll.”

He shoved his hands in his front pockets to hide his stiff d**k but it only made the head more obvious.

My favorite teacher friend Hannah began to snicker.

He turned and began to walk away and every single head turned to follow him. Every single student checked him out and most of the faculty did as well. He is massive and stood out completely just for that but it was the utter confidence he exuded as he walked. It made him seem beyond desirable.

The bell rang and class was slated to begin. I stepped in and got my students started with their work. I truly love my job. When I got a free minute towards the end of the period, I texted Andrew.

“Thanks again. I hate I couldn’t take care of your problem again. It was quite noticeable and I loved seeing it poking up at me in your jeans.”

“Yeah I’m sorry. My fault entirely. I put your panties on my front seat and my dumb ass smelled them as I pulled up to the school.”

I sputtered my coffee as I read his text. Every student in my class looked at me.

“Sorry guys.”

He sent me a picture. Sure enough there’s my purple panties I told him that he could keep and the destroyed micro thong.

I started giggling. Thank goodness this class period is nearly done. Next period Hannah and I are both off and I think I owe her some explanations.