Marked by Three: A Fated Destiny Series Book 1 #starywritingacademyv

Start Me Up

Beep, Beep, Beep. It is 5:00 a.m. and all is quiet in the house. This has always been my favorite time. I call it my “me” time. I tip toe out of bed and stumble to the kitchen to empty my medicine planner for Monday. DING! It’s a text message from my childhood girl group. We always have a good chuckle in the mornings, as we have all gotten older. Our youngest’s are in college and now it’s just us and our significant others.

I leave the house around 6:30ish every morning and make my way to the school. I am teacher by day and professor by night. I’m supporting a college student and it’s not cheap. So, I continue to drive my old clunker to save money. Money, money, money! The one thing I’ve never had enough of all my life and the one thing I constantly need. I’ve been through the wringer. I’ve had to file bankruptcy multiple times, I’ve had a car repossessed, and a business repossessed as well. I buy my clothes from the goodwill and I always coupon shop.

A new year, a new roster. This year, I agreed to move up with the junior high students to high school. This particular group of kids have been labeled the wild one’s. I’ve only had 1/3 of them, so this year I will be with 1/2 of the class for at least one period of Colonial History.

Today is the first day and open house combined. As the students enter, the adults stand in the back. I take this time to go over my syllabus and collect contact information from everyone. Woo, I’m glad it’s a shortened schedule day, because I’ve got 6 more cycles of this day.

The morning goes as planned and the last class of the day comes in for their 8th period. I immediately feel a heightened awareness of the room. I turn around and begin to go through my roster. That is when I see him. He’s dressed in a nice shirt, khaki’s, and built like a Greek God. He smiles as if he knows what I’m thinking. Sheesh Katie, I say to myself, “get it together.” As the class period winds down, I meet and greet everyone.

If an orgasm was personified, it would have to be this walking, orgasmic hunk of a man. Oh s**t, here he comes. He says, Hello Mrs. Katie, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you. I manage to say a few words. “Hello Mr.? He replies, “Jensen, John Jensen.” “Ahh, yes Mr. Jensen.” “You are Aaron’s father?” He chuckled and said, “his uncle. I am his guardian while my brother is away.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. John Jensen.” He grabbed my hand and replied, “not as nice as meeting you.” I couldn’t think of anything clever or classy, so I just nodded.

As the day came to an early end, I was thankful for it to finally end. That man made me a complete nut case. I’m panting like a horny teenager in heat and my wand is definitely getting worked over tonight. I gather my things to leave for the day and walk out to the facility parking lot.

As I get into my vehicle and turn the key, I swear I must have to worst luck known to humans. Of course, my car will not start. Then, I hear that sweet, orgasmic voice, “Ms. Katie, do you need some help? I can take a look at your car for you.” I replied, “no, no don’t get your clothes dirty. I’ll just call my husband.” He said, “no, I insist. It’s not a problem and if I can’t figure it out, I’ll take you home.” Hmm, that sounded like it was not up for discussion and since my vehicle needed a new battery, I got into his car and let him drive me home. I don’t know why I am doing this, I must be just stupid.

“Holy hell, this is a mistake,” I think quietly as I glance to the side and take in his chiseled jaw line, 5’o’clock shadow, his meticulous physique and his impeccable attire. One look and that bulge in his pants and I’m immediately wet. As I glance back over, I see a small smile on his face. Almost like he can see or smell my arousal…which is just ridiculous. Aye, Oh I need a vacation.