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  The Moreau Estates

  ©2018 Danielle James.

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  MATTHEW

  There were unwritten rules about attending a faculty dinner at your boss’ house. Things like don’t make crass remarks, don’t talk about the reason you got fired from your previous job or…my personal favorite: don’t pick up women. Chances were strong that if there was a hot woman at a faculty dinner, then she was probably off-limits.

  I didn’t do well with unwritten rules.

  I didn’t do well with rules in general.

  That’s why I was standing on Ray Palmer’s patio eye-fucking the sexy, raven-haired chick swiping a glass of wine from a tray. I looked around to see if anyone else had arrived at the party. They hadn’t. I had the pleasure of being the first one there. Well, me and the woman with the dark hair.

  My reason for being early was to get in and get out. I checked my watch and looked around for my friend from work, Roman Clermont. We were both teachers at Aspen Grove Private High School and Ray Palmer was the principal. Evidently, I was in the wrong field of work because Palmer’s house was amazing. It looked like a fucking museum. It was the cornerstone home of the Moreau Estates, which meant it was the biggest one in the neighborhood.

  Palmer was in the wine cellar, or at least that’s what his butler told me. I thought butlers only existed in over the top TV shows. Tonight proved me wrong. Since Raven-Hair and I were the only people on the patio, I made my way over to her and turned on the charm.

  “I’m sure I’ve never seen you at Aspen Grove. I would have remembered someone as gorgeous as you.” Except for this woman wasn’t just gorgeous, she was fucking hot. The black dress she had on did little to cover her tits and her lips were painted ruby.

  Lips were my thing.

  Red drove me insane and the sex kitten in front of me had the perfect shade on. Her lips would look amazing wrapped around my cock. I had to make it happen by the end of the night. Her lips, my dick.

  When she giggled at my words, she revealed straight white teeth and her stormy gray eyes lit up. She was mesmerizing. “That’s because I don’t work at Aspen Grove,” she purred. A heavy French accent clung to her words. Like she needed another thing to make her more fuckable?

  I should have been listening to whatever words were coming out of her mouth, but I was busy watching her lips move and wondering how they looked when she moaned. More specifically, when she moaned my name. I blinked and forced myself back into the conversation.

  “What is your name?” She asked me. I wondered if she could tell I was undressing her with my eyes instead of listening. Yeah, chances were strong that I was going to have her sexy little French legs spread at the end of the night.

  My place or hers though?

  Probably mine. I could call her an Uber and catch some sleep so I could get up in time for work in the morning.

  “Matthew Wilmore. You can call me Matt though.” We shook hands and a spark surged through both of us. I knew she felt it when her throat dipped the moment our palms touched.

  I glanced around for Palmer or any other faculty from Aspen Grove and then back at the sexy woman in front of me. “I’m sure this party isn’t your idea of fun. Palmer must have roped you into coming somehow. Why don’t we leave here in a little while and go do something more interesting?” I grabbed a glass of wine from one of the two servers walking around with trays and flashed a smile.

  “That would be amazing, and you’re very handsome, Matthew.” I didn’t miss the way her gray eyes took a trip down the length of my body. Her hypnotizing stare made my cock twitch in my slacks. I had to talk it down when her teeth found her bottom lip.

  “I can’t leave with you though.”

  “Why not? Work in the morning?” I quizzed. “I’m sorry, I’m being really fucking rude right now. What is your name?” I rubbed my forehead and prayed I hadn’t fucked things up too badly.

  “It’s okay,” she laughed softly. “My name is Geneviève, you can call me Eve, and trust me, I’d love to leave here with you and let you fuck my brains out.” She held her red lip hostage between her teeth again and my dick thickened.

  “But? I know there’s a but.” My brows crashed together.

  “Ah, Wilmore! You made it! First one here too.” Ray Palmer’s voice was one of those voices you could pick out of a crowd. It was loud and it met you before he even came into view.

  I forced a smile and fought the urge to call him a cock-block and said, “Hey, Palmer.”

  “I see you’ve met my lovely wife, Geneviève.” He chuckled and hooked an arm around her slender waist. I looked from him to her and tried to make it all make sense. It didn’t.

  She was way out of his fucking league. So far out. Light years out of his league. There was such a stark difference between them that my mind refused to make it even a remote possibility that Genevieve’s last name was Palmer. It was the equivalent of pairing a Clydesdale with a turtle.

  Just didn’t match.

  Not to mention the fact that she openly said she wanted me to fuck her brains out.

  That was one of the other rules of being at a faculty dinner.

  Don’t fuck your boss’ wife.

  **

  MATTHEW

  Geneviève Palmer and I shared a couple of things before I left that dinner at my boss’ house a few days ago. One of them was the exchange of phone numbers. The other was a kiss. It was a kiss that haunted me.

  It was a kiss that made my dick hard every time I thought about it.

  Every time class let out for the day and I heard Ray Palmer come over the PA system, I thought about it. I must have been lost in my thoughts because I didn’t see one of my homeroom students approach my desk.

  Krissy Lucas was one of my brightest students. She was one of the funniest too. Honestly, she was a breath of fresh air because most of my other students were entitled little brats. I looked up at her and smiled.

  “Krissy, what’s going on?” I tipped back in my chair and looked into her pale brown eyes. She was a beautiful girl, and those lips of hers were…

  A student’s lips.

  They were a student’s lips.

  Talking to Roman after the faculty dinner confirmed a fact that I’d known for nearly a month. He was screwing his student, Zuri Okolo. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look at a couple of my students differently when I realized it.

  None of them caught my eye but Krissy Lucas had the fullest fucking lips I’d ever seen. They were so pillowy. It didn’t help matters that she was Zuri’s best friend. It made my mind think all sorts of fucked up thoughts.

  I tamed those thoughts quick though. She was a kid. She might have been bright and funny but she was still an annoying high schooler.

  “Still have room for a student aid?” She quizzed. Earlier in the week, I offered the position of student aid to any kids that wanted extra credit. I taught calculus and I knew the need to boost grades would be prevalent. I planned to rotate students so that everyone got a chance but it seemed none of my entitled kids thought they needed the help.

  They definitely needed the fucking help.

  Not Krissy thoug
h. She got straight A’s and grasped every concept with ease. The girl had a gift. “Sure. You know you’re acing this class though, right?”

  “Yeah…I know. Being an aid works two-fold for me though.” She walked over to her desk, dropping her book bag. “One: I get to be here to spy on Zuri. Two: I don’t have to go home and see my uncle.”

  “This isn’t an uncle I have to notify CPS about, is it?” I asked, eyeing her. She frowned then shook her head profusely. Golden curls swept across her shoulders. Her thick mop of spirals made her look like a lion.

  “Oh, God no, Mr. Wilmore,” a throaty laugh escaped her. “He’s my dad’s friend from college. He’s spending Thanksgiving with us. He should be there when I get home and I honestly want to avoid all the look how much you’ve grown up bullshit.” She slapped a hand over her mouth and looked at me. I almost forgot I was supposed to be in teacher mode.

  “Watch your language, Krissy,” I said quite unconvincingly. I didn’t give a fuck if she cursed. I swore like a goddamn sailor myself. My mind was divided between Aspen Grove and Genevieve Palmer though. My fingers itched to call her.

  “Sorry…” She shrugged. “I want to avoid the small talk. I’m not a small talk kind of girl. I like diving into the things that make people uncomfortable and asking my uncle how dark his soul is probably wouldn’t go over well.”

  “Agreed. Well, here’s a stack of papers. You’re welcome to put the grades into the computer if you want. I’ll be grading more over here and setting up conferences with the parents of all these students that think they don’t need extra credit.”

  Krissy snorted a little and took the papers, clutching them to her full chest. I glanced at her while she bent over her desk then shook my head. It was easy to see how Rome got caught up in his student.

  I was busy reviewing homework from my second period when my phone buzzed on my desk. I glanced at it and stared at the number for a few beats.

  It was Genevieve.

  I looked up and noted Krissy was busy putting grades into the computer. I could afford to slip into the hallway. “I’ll be right back. I have to take this call,” I muttered, pushing to my feet.

  I pressed the phone to my ear and strolled into the hall. “Hello?”

  “Matthew, hi.” She breathed my name like she’d been holding her breath until I answered. I could picture her brilliant eyes and smooth skin. I wondered if she were smiling or not. “Listen, we need to talk. I want to straighten things out between us. Will you come by the house for dinner and a glass of wine?” That definitely smelled like a setup.

  “Will your husband be joining us?” I questioned, leaning against the row of lockers down the hall from my room. From my vantage point, I could see the doors of the Monarch Room, Roman’s class, swing open. Zuri backed out slowly and waved at Rome before dashing out of the side door.

  He didn’t have to admit it…but he was definitely fucking her.

  “No, he’s staying late at the school tonight. I wouldn’t want him present anyway. I need to apologize for everything that happened at the dinner.” I knew better than going to my boss’ house while he was still at work. I knew better than to have dinner with his wife alone.

  Rules, rules, rules.

  I hated them.

  “We do need to talk,” I mused, rubbing my chin. “I’m not going to stay long though, Genevieve.”

  “Call me Eve, please. All my friends do.” I detected a hint of a smile in her soft voice. I still wanted to feel her lips around my cock. The thought sparked an erection that I had to talk down.

  “Okay, Eve. I’m not staying long. Don’t go through the trouble of dinner,” I told her. Maybe I was thinking with my dick but I still knew I couldn’t waltz around in a lion’s den and expect to escape unscathed. I’d go and talk to her then get out.

  “Well have a glass of wine with me,” she pled.

  “Wine. That’s it.” I had a feeling she was going to apologize and tell me we couldn’t sneak around even though she wanted to. I was only going to get another look at her eyes and to see if she had on that red lipstick again. It would give me good material to jerk off to later on.

  “Deal, see you in about an hour?” She asked.

  “Sure. See you then.” I ended the call and went into my room.

  At Aspen Grove, all the teachers had to name their classrooms. Something about organic learning and not treating kids like numbers. It was a crock of shit.

  I named my room the Universal Room. Math was universal after all. I found Krissy examining one of the equation constellations that decorated the wall and I watched her for a bit. She seemed to be contemplating it. What kid actually sat there and read the classroom decorations?

  “You finished with that stack of papers?” I asked. She whipped around and nodded like I’d torn her away from the most interesting thing in the world.

  “All done,” she walked back to her desk and plopped herself down in the chair. “You know, nearly half of your third period class is barely passing?”

  “Yeah, I know. See why I’m scratching my head over why nobody but an A student came in here for extra credit?” I handed her another stack of papers and she got to work. It made my workload so much lighter.

  “Mr. Wilmore, can I ask you a question?”

  “Shoot.”

  “Who was that on the phone? You nearly ran out of here to take the call.”

  “Krissy, mind your business. Not mine,” I smirked. Was I that transparent?

  “So you must have a girlfriend. You’re not banging a student are you?” She shot me a look that told me she knew about Zuri and Roman too. I tipped my head back, looking at the ceiling.

  “Nah, I’m not banging a student. You’re crazy inappropriate. You know that?” I couldn’t lie and say her candor didn’t make me laugh though.

  “Yeah, so I’ve been told. Sorry. I turn into a different Krissy once school is out.” She stared at me and let her eyes linger a little longer than necessary. I shook my head and laughed again. I had at least three girls in every class that had a crush on me. “Your girlfriend is lucky,” she said, turning to the pile of work in front of her.

  “Inappropriate,” I sighed and got back to work.

  When it was time to go, Krissy handed me a stack of papers and the laptop. “All done,” she smiled.

  Those lips though…Jesus.

  “Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Bye, Mr. Wilmore.” She waved, wiggling her fingers before disappearing. I checked the time and rushed to lock my room up. On the way out, I strolled by the main office and looked inside. I couldn’t see inside of Palmer’s office but I could see the glow of the light from under his door.

  I didn’t know how much time I had left before he headed home but I was going to make sure I was there and gone before he set foot in his house.

  What the fuck was I doing? Why did I think it was smart to go see Eve while her husband was working?

  Because…fuck the rules. That’s why.

  **

  MATTHEW

  The Moreau Estates were heavily secured with a guard station inside of the wrought iron gates that shot up into the air. I punched in the code for Palmer’s house and the gates swung open with a squeak.

  The guard leaned over, knocking on my window with his knuckles. “Where you headed?” He asked, holding his hand out for my ID. Things definitely weren’t this fucking tight when I came in for the party.

  “I’m going to the Palmer residence. Um, why do you need my ID?” I quizzed before just handing it over.

  “Just keeping a logbook of outside visitors,” he explained.

  “You record that shit?” I frowned.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I damn sure didn’t want my ID being recorded as visiting Palmer’s house when he wasn’t home. The guard opened his mouth to say something but his phone rang. He reached down to his holster and pulled it out, ignoring me to answer.

  He gave a few grunts and looked at me. “Yes, ma’
am,” he nodded before ending the call. “Go in, Mr. Wilmore.” I was stunned silent for a few beats.

  “What just happened?” I chuckled. “Did Mrs. Palmer have me waved through?”

  “Yes, sir. Enjoy your evening.” He stepped back inside of his station and had a seat. I couldn’t lie and say a huge weight wasn’t lifted off my chest once I realized I didn’t have to hand over my ID.

  I pulled into the driveway of the huge mansion on the corner and killed the engine. I took a minute to look around and then I headed to the front doors. “Mr. Wilmore, Mrs. Palmer is waiting for you in the sitting room.” Two butlers flanked the doors and led me inside.

  The sitting room looked more like a spread on HGTV. I was scared to sit down on the white and gold couch where Genevieve was perched. God, she looked amazing.

  I tipped my head to the side and eyed her body in the wine colored dress she wore. She was trouble but I loved trouble.

  When she handed me a glass of wine and smiled, I noticed her lips were red.

  God help me.

  “What’s up, Eve?” I asked, settling against the plush cushions.

  “Matthew, nice to see you again,” Her tone was coated in double meaning.

  “You said you wanted to talk. To apologize,” I started right away. I wasn’t the kind of guy to sugar coat or bullshit.

  “Right,” she nodded, her smile was tight as her spine stiffened. “Listen, the kiss at the party…it was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “You should have told me you were Palmer’s wife from the jump, Eve. That would have eliminated a lot of the…tension.” I looked at her tits in that dress and took a drink of wine. I needed it.

  “Maybe I didn’t want to eliminate the tension, Matthew.” The way she said my name made my cock ache.

  “You’re married, Eve. What the fuck are you trying to do here? You know I could get fired for even sitting on this couch?”

  “Yet here you are.” She set her glass down and moved closer. Her perfume smelled expensive. I had no idea what it was but it didn’t help how hard my dick was. Usually, I could keep myself under control. Something about Eve made me uncontrollable though.