Daddy C is back ;)
NOT BETAED!
6. From gifts and latecomers
"You!"
I looked away from the slides I was keeping an eye on since five students were sliding a little too enthusiastically – the last thing I needed was someone falling down and breaking something of his or hers.
Andrea was walking toward me with pursed lips and squeezed eyes. Her tone and her attitude made it very obvious that I was going to get bitch slapped with words, Andrea was pretty good at that. I made room for her on the bench I was sitting on, she didn't sit down, though. She looked down at me with her hazel eyes glistening with fever, making me raise my eyes at her.
"What did I do?" I asked, crossing my arms at my chest, the cold wind making me shiver. My nipples were saluting already, thanks to the cold weather and my thin bra. Maybe I should have picked another one this morning.
"Don't act so innocently. You know well what you did. Or didn't do." She snapped, a grin curling her lips which made me wonder if she was just being playful with me. Her feelings could be a wild roller coaster ride.
"Then tell me what I did or didn't do." I shrugged, not expecting her next words.
"You didn't tell me that you met the hot daddy outside of school."
Suddenly I felt like I was falling down a million of stairs, falling, falling some more, before I landed on my head on the cold, hard ground. My head exploded like a watermelon, the image too disgusting to be described, what was left of my body begged to explode, too, since it didn't want to be left with Andrea's piercing eyes.
"What?" I let out, already blushing heavily, my treacherous body giving me away immediately.
"Don't even try to deny it. I heard Ellie Grey talking about it with her friend. She was all like 'Miss Steele was at the supermarket, too'. Apparently, you run into her and her daddy." She mocked the little girl's voice like a pro, her hands at her hips, smugness visible on her face.
"Is that a crime?" I tried using my one and only chance to defend myself: answering with vacuous questions. She snorted as she sat down beside me, crossing her pants clothes legs at her knees.
"No, it's a gift of God." Her expression got spoony, it was something I could better deal with than her not so sweet side.
"Really? Meeting your student outside of school is a gift of God?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
She rolled her hazel eyes at me, smacking her lips once.
"Who cares about the student if her father is a hottie? Why didn't you tell me about it? What was he like? Did you talk? If yes, what did you talk about? Come one, Ana, tell me." Andrea asked excitedly, jumping up and down in her seat. I gasped and frowned at her.
"Who cares about the student if her father is a hottie? I'm shocked, A."
She rolled her eyes.
"You know that I don't mean it like that. Don't try to change the subject. I know what you are trying to do, Steele. You better spill the beans."
I sighed, feeling beaten. Her reaction was the exact reason why I didn't tell her about my surprise meetings with Mr. Grey – no, Christian. He had asked me to call him by his name, but how would I manage that if only thinking about it made me blush?
"It was nothing spectacular. I was there to buy groceries and so were they. We said hi, then we said bye." It wasn't a total lie, although I didn't tell her about all the winks he had given me until now, or the thumb thing he had done, or the fact that he had asked me to call him by his name when I ran into him at a bar. These were just small details, nobody needed to know about. They were mine, and I liked it, even they had left me a confused, frustrated mess.
"You know, he is single, maybe you could have persuaded him for a quickie." She was only half joking, laughing at her words, while her mind wandered to all the possible scenarios. Me and him doing it against the aisles full of hygiene products, with his strong arms carrying me, my legs around his hips, the back of my head hitting the metal shelf, but the pain was totally worth it since the rest of the things he was doing to me, felt so, so, so good.
Great.
Now I was thinking about it, too.
My nipples were hard for a totally different reason, now.
"He was there with his kid." I exasperated, my brows furrowed, my arms trying to hide my erected nipples. I could feel my heart beating faster, the more I deepened the thought of Mr. Grey – no, Christian – deepening something of his in me. Crap.
Andrea wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"You mean, if Ellie hadn't been with him, you would have tried your luck?" She asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat now. For the love of God.
"No." I whispered in shock. "He would still be the father of one of my students. I couldn't do that with him."
"And what if he wasn't the father of your student? Then you would do him, right?" She went on, now giggling like a schoolgirl or one of the hens whenever saw a certain Mr. Grey.
"Why are you so curious about what I would do or wouldn't do?" I asked finally, a little pissed, but not because she was annoying, more because I had no escape. With one eye, I checked the slides where the amount of kids had decreased, thank God. Less kids meant less problems.
"I want you to confess that he is hot." She stated, brushing over her blonde bob, the rings on her fingers glistening underneath the dusky light of today.
"For what possible reason?" My brows reached my forehead as I looked at my friend.
"To get a reaction out of you because of a guy. You have to confess that you can be immensely indifferent when it comes to guys."
If only she knew about the reactions, Mr. Grey – goddamn, Christian – had caused in me. She would have a field day with them. I tried not to grin at that thought.
"Fine. He isn't too bad to look at. Happy now?" I snapped, the confession coming out for the first time out of my mouth, the words spoken out loud made my heart flutter even more than ever.
He isn't too bad to look at? Girl, that doesn't even come close to what he is.
My inner diva was awakened.
"Happy and proud." Andrea answered with one hand at her chest where her heart was beating underneath. "I waited so long for this moment."
"You are bonkers." I said, rolling my eyes at her. Thank God, she was oblivious to the fact that I was bonkers, too – I was bonkers for a certain daddy.
Two hours later, when I finally managed to keep Andrea away from me by running of to the climbing wall, which she usually avoided like the plague since she hated heights, it was time for the kids to go. The daily hustle and bustle of getting those wild kids into their jackets and finding their backpacks took us a little longer today, since two students started crying when we couldn't find their stuff immediately. It took us extra fifteen minutes to calm them down, but Jose and I managed it professionally. Afterward, we sang our daily goodbye song in which the kids said goodbye in English, German, French, Italian and Spanish, and opened the doors to let them out, where their Mums and Dads were waiting for them.
I chitchatted with Timothy's Mum, while I tried not to scan the crowd for a certain dark-copper haired man, but I failed miserably, all thanks to Andrea and the scenarios she had put into my head.
Slowly, he would take off my shirt, maybe even ripping its buttons off in the process, taking my bra off and throwing it to the floor, before he would take my breasts between his rough, manly hands, squeezing them so my flesh would spill over his fingers. Then he would kiss, lick, bite, suck on them, like the way I liked it..
For the love of God.
I was standing right between kids. I shouldn't be thinking about sex. I shouldn't be thinking about sex with Mr. Grey – yes, I said Mr. Grey. Absolute professionalism from now, I thought with a stern expression.
"Miss Steele?"
Suddenly, soft hands were tugging at my pants, making me look down. Big, innocent, gray eyes were looking up at me, her mouth pouted, a single tear sitting on the corner of her right eye. Slowly, tears started streaming down her face, while she kept her silence.
"Miss Steele, my daddy isn't here yet." Ellie whined, hiccuping once. A soft blush spread on her cheeks. I took an unused napkin out of my pocket and leaned down to tap her tears off her face.
"I'm sure, he is on his way, Ellie." I said, trying to calm her. A look on my watch told me that he was pretty late, most of the kids went home already. Only a few were still standing at the gates, talking with their parents.
"He is never late." She said proudly, her fingers fidgeting with the pink straps of her backpack. Her strawberry blonde hair was braided today, I wondered if her father had braided it.
"Well, sometimes grown-ups have so much to do, so they can be late. Why don't we wait inside for him?" I smiled at her encouragingly, holding my hand toward her. She took it as she nodded at me, before we walked to Leila's office. I knocked once, before I entered. Leila was sitting at her desk, typing something on her computer as she looked up with a surprised smile.
"Is everything alright?" She asked when her eyes landed on Ellie, who was looking around Leila's office with curious eyes. She loved discovering new territories, always eager to find out more.
"Her father hasn't come to pick her up yet. He is a little late." I said, feeling Ellie squeeze my hand as I said 'late'. It was cute how she proudly defended her father's nonexistent tardiness.
"Oh, well. His number must be here somewhere. You better call him." Leila stated as she searched for his number on her computer with a concentrated expression on her face.
"There it is." She said with a smile.
I gulped, my heart beating faster at the thought of talking to him over the phone. I had humiliated myself when we were talking face to face, who knows what I could do over the phone, where I had the security of being far away from him.
"Why don't you call him?" I asked nonchalantly. "I will go and check on.."
Before I could even think about a plausible excuse, she interrupted me.
"I will go make myself another cup of coffee. You do the call. Ellie, why don't you sit down in my chair?" Leila smiled at the little girl as she stood up with her empty cup in her hand.
"Thank you, Miss Williams." Ellie said politely as she let go off my hand and sat down on Leila's chair. When Leila left her office, I picked up the phone from her table and dialed Mr. Grey's number, sending a silent prayer toward heaven.
He picked up after a few rings.
"Grey." He snapped into the phone, making me raise my eyebrows.
"Hello, Mr. Grey. Here is Anastasia Steele from Mrs. Williams. You were supposed to pick Ellie up half an hour ago. She is anxiously waiting for you." I said as professionally as possible, while I played with the phone cord like a shy, flustered schoolgirl calling her crush. From the corner of my eye, I saw how Ellie couldn't take her eyes away from Leila's painting on the walls. At least, she wasn't crying.
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm on my way." He ended the phone call without expecting an answer from me. His behavior surprised me, to be honest. This wasn't his usual, charming self.
"Your daddy is on his way, Ellie." I said as cheerfully as possible, although I wanted to frown, because of Mr. Grey's confusing mood change. I probably shouldn't take it personally, who knows what he was angry at.
I brought Ellie a glass of juice so she had something to do while waiting, and since Leila didn't return from her coffee hunt, I had to stay with her. The rest of my colleagues already went home, our day already over, but I couldn't leave Ellie alone and I knew well enough that Leila wasn't going to deal with her, either. She was too busy with paperwork and coffee hunting. Patiently, we waited for Ellie's father, who came thirty-one minutes later. He knocked on Leila's office door firmly, before he opened the door, his eyes tired, his smile big for her, though.
"Daddy." She squealed and jumped out of her seat, nearly knocking over her glass standing on the desk, running into his open arms. I watched him catch her and hug her tightly.
"I'm sorry, princess. Daddy had an important meeting." He apologized, setting her down onto her feet.
"It's okay, Daddy." She said sweetly, smiling up at him as if he was her hero. Now, he finally looked at me, smiling at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Miss Steele. I shouldn't have been late." He said, brushing over his chaotic hair, making me envy him because I wanted to do that. I wanted to do him. Crap. I blushed heavily, bit my lip, before I answered him.
"It was no problem." I said politely, unobtrusively trying to dry my sweaty hands on my jeans.
"I am thankful for your help. I promise, I won't be late again." He said firmly, more to his daughter than to me.
"In fact, let me make it up to you." He said suddenly, making me widen my eyes in shock.
"That's really not necessary, Mr. Grey." I said, brushing it off with a smile. His brows furrowed, his mouth a thin line.
"I thought, we were past the whole Mr. Grey thing." He said, now smiling at me, but his tone giving his irritation away.
"I just mean that you don't have to make it up to me or something. It's my job to help you." I said, fidgeting with ends of my hair.
"I insist on it. Ellie and I are going to go have some dinner. Why don't you accompany us?" He suggested with a charismatic smile, the mischief in his eyes tempting me.
Crap.
He was such a tempting bastard.
"Yes, Miss Steele." His daughter, aka his sidekick in being tempting, said enthusiastically. "Please come with us."
Great. Now she was using her deadly weapon: puppy dog eyes. Under normal circumstances, I would be immune against those, but paired with her good looking daddy, they were deadly. They made me forget about the whole 'is this appropriate' question swirling around in my head. I could have a quick meal with them, right? I mean, it wouldn't be a date. It would be me, him and his daughter.
Fuck. It would be a family event, which made it worse.
Two pairs of gray eyes were looking at me, waiting impatiently for my answer, and since the temptation was too great, I had no other chance.
"Fine. I will just get my stuff."
Daddy C's ass belongs to daytonalay for this chapter ;)
Dinner with Daddy C and Ellie, his sidekick? Sounds fun.
We will see how that goes.
Until next time
Melii who is listening to 'I don't wanna live forever' on repeat like a maniac.
P.S.: This story has no BDSM in it, so Elena is not Christian's ex domme.