Page 20 of The Prom

She sighs heavily. “So, I’m afraid we will have to postpone our journey into town. I’m sorry, Imogen, Jesse is a problem that needs dealing with and the prom isn’t for a few weeks and can wait.”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

I’m relieved knowing I won’t be the one to cancel because my reason isn’t far off the same one as Jesse’s. If anything, I sympathize with him because if I got the chance to move things along with my teacher, I wouldn’t hesitate at all. Perhaps I am more like Jesse than I care to admit, and we should cut him some slack. You can’t help it if your heart has other plans from your head and on that subject, Jesse and I are firmly on the same page.

TEN

DRAKE

Why am I nervous? I amnevernervous and I’m putting this down to the impossible situation I’m in.

Earlier, I texted Imogen after securing her number from the database and told her to meet me in my classroom at six. It’s not original, but I’m unsure how to move this on under the radar. I would love to take off and conduct my business outside of the grounds, but I must tread carefully.

If anybody saw us together here, they would only imagine it had something to do with history, which is exactly what I want them to think.

On the dot of six, the handle turns and Imogen enters with a slight hesitation, her nerves mirroring mine, and I push them down and smile.

“Hey, right on time. Take a seat.”

She smiles briefly and heads to the chair by my desk and I battle my fascination for her because hell, she is blowing my mind.

Her long blonde hair swings to her shoulders, her slight fringe dusting against those smokey blue eyes. She is wearing yoga pants and a tight top that I’m trying not to stare at too hard as it accentuates the soft swell of her breast. She is wearingsneakers and as outfits go, she has dressed down for the occasion but wouldn’t look out of place in a magazine spread. Imogen could be a model easily so. She has the figure, the looks and the height and a wholesome vibe that is more alluring than her looks.

“So–” She smiles shyly, “I brought a notebook with me. We may as well make a list.”

I arch my brow. “A list?”

“Of action points.”

I watch as she removes a pencil from her purse and immediately chews on the end while staring up at me from under her long lashes.

Fuck! This is unbearable and as my cock hardens in my pants, I picture the principal in mind because I need to douse these flames and fast if this is gonna work.

“Do you have a theme in mind?”

“Do you?” I’m curious to hear her thoughts on it and she nods, her eyes flashing with excitement.

“I thought of ancient Rome.”

“Okay.” I perch on the edge of her desk and she blushes adorably before glancing down at the blank page in front of her.

“I thought we could stick with the original plan of a masquerade, but theme it with Romans and centurions. Togas would be good, lots of gold, and it gives us the scope to be creative.”

She raises her eyes and smiles. “It would also be easy to find some props, you know, the kind of thing, marble pillars, ivy, golden statues and decadence.”

I’m trying hard not to picture Imogen dressed in a toga, looking so adorable any gladiator would kill to win her fair hand.

“It’s good.” I nod my affirmation. “It would tie in nicely with the history department and allow the students to feed their imagination. Good call, Imogen, we’ll run with it.”

“Really?” Her smile brightens and something hits me hard. If anything, I am stunned by my reaction to her. I never, for one moment, entertained the idea, but from the second she stared into my eyes, I was lost.

Fuck and double fuck. This is bad.

I stand and move to the window, desperate for distance and heave in a deep breath and say carefully, “I’ll put the idea forward to the principal and she can circulate it among the other departments. They will work on that theme, leaving us to research the props.”

“What would you like me to do?”

Her soft voice washes over my raging libido like a soothing balm, and I swallow hard.

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