Page 6 of My Turn Petal
Now I’m admitting I eavesdropped on her conversation like a creep and the first chance I get to see free pussy, I take it.
I’m not making any progress.
I huff to the cabin of my car.
I haven’t made any moves insinuating I want to go on a date with her, other than all the times we teased one another. Because that’s what we do. We take care of each other, but tease nonstop. And the first time I’m suggesting something, I sound like an asshole who’s only here for the freebies.
Fuck.
Just offer your service without making it sound cheap. Say it like it is.
I tap the steering wheel, contemplating my options.
I’m a thirty-year-old man, a math teacher who talks to young smartass kids half the time and manages to leave an impression which is an achievement in itself.
I bet they would love this situation.
Mr. Roberts, so many answers, no more one solution.I don’t know why in my head I hear Morgan Freeman’s voice, slowly narrating this line.
I love teaching young minds how to decipher mathematical questions but I’m not a saint outside of school. Not in a bad way. In a sexy, I know what I want way.
I’ve always been open to the possibilities, and closing that channel seemed pointless to me. Exploring our sexual fantasies is undeniably crucial, it’s extremely sexy.
People are built of many layers, and judgment is just a shallow answer. So yeah, I’m a math teacher with dirty secrets. Who doesn’t like a little mystery? Or unwrapping a present and finding out what lies inside?
I kept my distance from Frankie due to her relationship when she first came here. And she hasn’t been with anyone for the past two years. I mainly thought it was because of her work, but now, I know why she hasn’t been involved with anyone.
I park my car and make a quick stop at the flower shop down the same street as her tattoo shop.
Grabbing a bouquet of red Amaryllis, I pay the fee and stride across the street until I’m standing in front of her transparent door, taken away by her beauty.
The flower’s reflection pulls me out of it and I take a step back behind the wall.
A bed of roses encasing the serpent tattoo covering her right arm from her upper part to her wrist. It always caught my eye when I saw her, and that was when I started buying her flowers—whichever I found.
“Mr. Roberts, it’s written on the envelope you’re holding.” I avert my gaze from her tatted arm back to her face.
“Right… it’s Theo,” I answer back, noticing the boxes she has next to her. “Can I help with your boxes?”
“It’s Frankie, and well,” She smiles widely. “That would be great.” She enters her apartment with a big box, “Come on, Roberts, grab one.”
I chuckle to myself, “Yes, ma’am.”
A few hours later, and after a gym session, I’m back to knock on her door.
Opening it halfway, “Theo, did I forget something?” she looks around the hallway.
“No.” I shake my head sideways. “I just wanted to give you this.” I hand her a bouquet of sunflowers. “Welcome to our building, hope you’ll have a pleasant stay.” My most sincere grin is plastered on my face.
“Thank you so much! That is so nice of you.” She smells the flowers, playing with their delicate petals.
“No problem. If you need anything don’t hesitate to knock on my door.” I take a few steps backward. “Goodnight, Frankie.”
I have nothing to lose anymore. One day I’m going to wake up and watch another man knocking on her door and getting inside when it could’ve been me all along. I’m done waiting. If I need to chase her down that is what I’m going to do.
Stepping through the door, I glimpse at theUinkedMelight-blue neon sign that hangs on the wall—which is the name of her shop.
Her natural blond hair flows like a waterfall at her back as she discharges her first client of the day.
