Hurrying through her living room and back into the master bath, Emily's eyes bugged. "Shit," she cursed, hitting her hands against the sink's counter as she continued to look for her earrings. She was going to be late for her first day.
It had been years in the making and the day was finally here; Emily Prentiss was a teacher. A profession, mind you, that her mother found to be less than her, but the family name never mattered to Emily. She had felt as if her teachers were her only saviors, and she wanted to be that for at least one child.
The twenty-six year old huffed as she finally slipped the small diamond hoop through her ear, and she ran back to her room to put on her nicest pencil skirt.
"Em? You there?"
Finishing putting her dark hair into a twist, the single woman frowned. "I can see you, dingus. You left your Skype on."
Emily spun and gave a small wave to the blond on her computer screen. "Hey Jay," she smiled lightly, and sat herself on the edge of her bed to slip on her high heels. "I can't talk, I have to run to work."
The blue eyed woman frowned. "You're going to be late."
Emily rolled her eyes. "No shit," she laughed, "And I still have to go and catch a cab. I'll call you later, ok? Love you."
She rushed down the stairs and thanked the doorman for holding the cab she had asked him to call for her. "Ronald, you're a savior."
"I do what I can, madam." Ronald was an elderly man from Brooklyn, and every time a tenant would come in the door and ask him about his days, he'd give them a grin and say, 'Never happier to be in Manhattan'."
After giving the driver her destination, the new teacher pulled out her phone to look at her reflection. "Damn." She quickly took out her makeup compact and fixed the dark circles under her big brown eyes. She had barely gotten any sleep the night before because apparently her neighbor had decided last night was the perfect night to fuck his girlfriend right up against thee wall that connected to her bedroom all night long.
All. Night. Long.
Being new to her building, Emily hadn't met all of her neighbors yet, but she was sure she wouldn't be happy meeting that particular one.
"Miss? Wa are here."
Emily paid the driver with a generous tip before hopping out and rushing toward the school's entrance.
"Miss!"
Turning, the chocolate eyes woman met the eyes of an older man, her gaze quickly dropping to his chiseled jaw line and how it sharpened when he smiled.
He was gorgeous.
Emily blinked, her eyes popping back up when she noticed him now standing before her. "H-Hi," she stuttered, nodding up to the older man.
Reaching out, the dark haired man held out a diamond bracelet. "I saw this fall off your arm."
"Oh," she breathed. It was the diamond bracelet her father had given her for her high school graduation; the only thing she had ever cherished. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if I lost it."
"I'm sure I know what a few people here would have," the older man joked, gesturing to the people walking on the streets. "You'd pay good money to get it back from that pawn shop on fifty-seventh."
Emily let out a giggle of a laugh as she readjusted the bracelet on her wrist. "Well thank you very much."
"Super pretty!"
Looking down, the new teacher noticed for the first time a small sandy haired boy beside the attractive man. "Thank you, sweetheart," she smiled. "What's your name?"
He grinned. "Jack."
"And I'm his father," the dark haired man smiled, offering his hand to the beautiful woman. "Aaron Hotchner."
Emily felt her heart pounding in her chest as his coarse skin rubbed over hers. "Emily Prentiss. Does your son go here?" It was one of the finest prep schools in New York City.
Aaron nodded. "Second year." Turning to his son, he patted him on the back. "Go in bud, ok? I'll be back to pick you up when school is over."
The brunette watched with bright eyes as the young boy hugged his father's legs before running off to his friends, and she scratched at the back of her hand. "He's sweet."
"I would hope so," the older man chortled. "Do you work here?"
Emily felt herself grimace and nod her head. "First day." Looking to her phone, her eyes widened. "And I'm already late."
Aaron held up his hands. "I apologize for keeping you." He started stepping back until he reached the gate of the school. "Have a nice day, Emily."
She watched him walk off and around the corner, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from outwardly groaning at the way she saw his ass move against his pants.
"Ms. Prentiss?"
The brunette spun on her heel and grinned to the principal of the school, quickly making her way over to her boss and following her to her first classroom of the day.