The iMac Fiasco

By: hunterhunting

Prompts: laptop, lube, librarian

--A Birthday Present for Ninapolitan--

A huge thank you to Nina who beta's CW&IA over on Twilighted and for being generally awesome--Happy Birthday Nina!

Love and thanks to my beta love, antiaol, who beta'd this as I wrote. (HUGS)

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It was my third week as the new school librarian in what was supposed to be a very prestigious private high school. It was really just an expensive place to send spoiled little shits with the occasional sweet kid thrown in to make my job worth doing. I had been tremendously excited; I had a dozens of new books that I wanted to order in for the students who actually had passion for literature and I had wanted to get started right away. The problem was, I needed to discuss my order with the principal, and every time I tried to meet with him he was in a meeting. I had emailed and he had responded by saying we should meet after school. I had phoned his extension and left a message that was barely coherent after listening to his phone sex voice.

Unfortunately, every time I thought I was finally going to meet with him, there was another emergency that postponed our meeting; the police were investigating an issue with students, the superintendent of the school dropped by, he had to pick up his dry cleaning---okay, I made the last one up, but I was getting frustrated. From the very first day I had noticed how archaic the current computer system was in our so called 'state of the art' library resource center, so of course I discussed the issue with the IT department, and they invariably sent me back to the principal, who had evaded me thus far. After nearly three weeks of wanting to throw the ancient machine out the window, I opted to bring my laptop with me so I could access all of my files and link them to the school network. I was nothing if not keen to impress the administrators with my passion for books--and annoyed by the fact that they had yet to notice said passion.

I slipped my iMac out of the red leather Matt & Natt carrying case and ran my fingers over it lovingly. I would make out with my iMac if that was possible. Truly. It was beautiful, and sexy, and powerful, unlike any of the men I had encountered in this school, thus far. I had really hoped that I would meet some young eligible, hot male teachers in such a renowned school, but apparently everyone who worked here was a fossil, aside from me and the female Vice Principal who was funky and barely in her forties, still over a decade ahead of me, but not coughing dust yet.

The principal, Mr. Edward Cullen, had been too busy to interview me, and he seemed to be perpetually behind closed doors, so I had yet to meet him. Apparently he was a hardass, so I was determined to impress him with my vast knowledge of teen approved literature and resources.

I leaned down and pressed the button on the PC tower and the ancient computer chugged to life. I rolled my eyes, as the machine protested and prayed that today would be the day I would finally get to sit down with the principal and discuss resources for the library, and me.

Students started filing in, the keeners and the nerdy kids who hated the socializing and drama that took place at the beginning of the school day and hid out in the library among the books and the quiet, avoiding their peers, much like I did.

I greeted pimply faced boys and awkward girls as they glanced up and smiled timidly at me before rushing to a table and burying themselves in homework, sneaking peeks at their cell phones, hidden under the tables. I knew they were text messaging their friends, waiting until they arrived before they braved the halls so they didn't have to face the throngs of privileged jerks who would push them around.

After five minutes, the school computer finally allowed me to log on. I decided to use wi-fi on my laptop, mostly because it was far more efficient and a hell of a lot faster than school services, at least on the piece of junk I had access to. I was in the middle of checking out a book for a junior girl, comparing the most recent Harry Potter movie with the novel she was about to reread for the sixth time when I felt, rather than heard, a body behind me.

The girl on the other side of the desk looked behind me with wide eyes and stammered almost incoherently as she grabbed her book from my hands, "Hello, Mr. Cullen. Haveaniceday, Ms. Swan." She scurried out of the library, glancing back once before she disappeared around the corner.

I spun around, shocked that I hadn't even heard him approach. I looked up, up, up at the man who was standing not six inches in front of me and let out an audible gasp as I pressed my hand to my heart. "Oh! Sorry, sir, I didn't see you there."

"Obviously not." His voice was luscious caramel, wrapped in dark chocolate and rolled in icing sugar, and even sexier in person than it was on his voicemail, if that was even possible. I wanted to lick him. His red hair was tamed--and not very successfully--with more product than most teenagers used and he was dressed in a navy pinstripe suit with a pale blue shirt and purple tie. He didn't look old enough to be the principal. He barely looked old enough to teach, but there he was, Mr. Edward Cullen, principal of Fork's District Private Academy, standing before me, looking intimidating and edible.

Why had no one warned me?

"Something wrong with the school computers?" He nodded toward my laptop, perched on the counter in all its iMac glory. He had no idea.

"Oh, well . . . ." I stammered stupidly, the six years of post secondary school, the degree in Literature and the Masters in Librarianship rendered useless in the presence of this ridiculously hot man. "I . . uh . . . wanted to link systems, and my computer is just faster," I mumbled idiotically.

"Is that so?" He cocked one perfectly shaped eyebrow at me and I tried not to fixate on his mouth, which was full and pink and absolutely kissable. I watched in fascination as he reached out and stroked my keyboard and noticed that he was missing the customary wedding band. Then I berated myself, because he was my boss.

The screen flickered and came to life, the browser opening to the last site I had been perusing the previous night. The screen blinked and flashed as an advertisement for anal lube popped up. "Oh, shit!" I swore under my breath as another window with anal plugs flashed on the screen and I slammed the laptop shut as I shoved his hand out of the way, my eyes wide with horror as I processed the expression on my old-new bosses face--because I was sure I was about to jobless again. I was so fucked. Three weeks at my new school and I was about to be fired for viewing inappropriate material in my place of employment, where teens were present. He must have thought I was some kind of sick pervert. Who liked anal.

I watched the emerald of his eyes, which I hadn't noticed until now, since I had been fixated on the pornographic material on my computer screen, as they darkened and his face turned an unhealthy shade of red. "I'll expect to see you in my office at the end of the day Ms. Swan," he said through clenched teeth, unplugging my iMac and taking it with him as he walked purposefully out of the library and down the hall toward the main office.

Oh my fucking God. He had my laptop. He had access to all of my saved porn. All of it. And there was a lot. Like more than there should reasonably be. I should never have brought my laptop to work, but it was too late; and now I was going to lose my job because of it, and probably have to go in front of the board and talk about how I was a pervert and had a problem with porn.

I spent the rest of the day in a state of perpetual anxiety. Every time the door to the library opened I would jump and nearly bite my tongue off. I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Cullen. The way his jaw had flexed when he realized that I had pornographic material on my computer, which I had brought from home. I was sure he thought that I had brought it so I could feed my porn loving tendencies at work, since I didn't seem to be able to stop thinking about sex even though I was going to be living in a box soon. The strong line of his closely shaven jaw and his full, pouty lips were etched in my memory. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering toward the crotch of his pinstripe suit pants and wonder what might lay beneath--boxers? Briefs? Boxer briefs? Nothing?

Jesus, I was a pervert.

I should have my teaching licence revoked for having sexual fantasies about my bosses underwear. Well, maybe not revoked, but possibly questioned.

I stood outside his office door at the end of the school day, trying to work up the nerve to knock. I took a deep breath and rapped timidly on the door.

"Come in," that voice disguised as a phone sex operator responded from the other side. I turned the knob, ready to face my fate. I opened the door and stood hesitantly at the threshold.

"You asked me to come and see you at the end of the day, sir," I said softly, peeking up at him from under my lashes, and looking back down at my feet quickly since he was practically boring a hole in my forehead with his gaze.

"Please have a seat, Ms. Swan." Mr. Cullen swept his hand out to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. My shoes clicked loudly on the floor as I crossed the room and sat in the chair, staring at my clasped hands, trying not to fidget.

"Do you know why I've asked you here?" he asked, his fingers tented in front of him.

Was he serious? Did he want to humiliate me completely by having to admit that I had porn open on my computer, accidentally of course? "Inappropriate websites were clearly open on my personal computer, Mr. Cullen. I assure you, my intention was solely to merge educational files from home and to use a computer that was infinitely superior to the one provided by the Board of Education. I was not intending to view porn in my place of employment."

Mr. Cullen choked back a cough as I mentally kicked my own butt for saying something so stupid.

"Shit," I sighed and slumped down in the chair I was sitting in, feeling like a teenager who had been caught drinking in the bathroom--or looking at porno sites on the library computers--ready for a suspension. If only that was the worst that could happen.

A dark chuckle issued from across the desk and I looked up, realizing that Mr. Cullen had my laptop open and was browsing the internet. Jesus, I really hoped he wasn't checking out my history, or I would be totally screwed. Well, I was screwed either way, but this, this could be the end of my teaching career.

I was a total perv and now Mr. Cullen knew it.

"This is quite an amazing machine; I can understand why you would want to use it rather than the useless machine you have in the library. I've been meaning to have that replaced. I just thought I should let you know, Ms. Swan, your order for this particular item," he turned the laptop toward me to display the newest and best Rabbit on the market, "didn't go through for whatever reason, so I took it upon myself to order it for you, I can of course cancel if, it you would like. Otherwise, it will be delivered to the school. To me."

I stared at him, not understanding whether he was mocking me, and what twisted sense of humour one would have to torment someone so. I was about to tell him this, since I was fairly sure I was losing my job anyway.

"My hope, Ms. Swan," he said, leaning forward as a small, devilish grin spread across his very kissable lips, "is that in the intermittency, you might be willing to have dinner with me, and explain exactly what you plan to do with that item, once it's in your possession."

WHAT? Was he....? Oh, Jesus, lord in heaven, please tell me this man was hitting on me, because if that was the case, my job was safe. Not to mention the fact that Mr. Cullen was actually really hot--barring the whole gelled hair thing he had going on--and had he not been my employer, I would definitely have attempted to hit on him. Well, maybe not, since I wasn't really the type to do that, but I would have thought about it, a lot.

"I'm sorry, sir." I shifted in my seat and uncrossed my legs, smoothing my skirt over my thighs as his eyes followed the movement of my hand, there was no way in hell I was going to play into this if there was a chance he was doing it only to sink the final nail into the coffin of my career. "I'm not sure I understand."

"Of course, Ms. Swan, I should explain myself better. I think what I am saying here, is that, however unprofessional it might be, I would really like to purchase for you, the 'Vibe' is it? In purple, which seems to be your preferred colour." He nodded to the lavender blouse I was wearing, tapping his fingers on his desk before sliding his hand over his tie. "And while I wait for it to be delivered, I am interested in taking you out to dinner, although I could also make dinner for you at my home if you'd rather, where you could serve your 'detention' for viewing inappropriate material at work. We could also talk, at length, preferably, about what it is you would intend to do with the 'Vibe.' If I can be frank with you, Ms. Swan, I would also like to purchase several of the other items available on this site, but I am assuming that you may already be in possession of these items, and thus, it would be unnecessary. Again, we could discuss the items you do have as well, if you would like that. Sorry, I ramble when I get excited." He leaned back in his chair and swivelled back and forth, running his tongue along his lower lip.

"I really don't know what to say," I spat out, because I really had no idea what I should say. My principal was essentially asking me if I would allow him to buy me a vibrator and take me out to dinner, or better yet, have dinner at his house where we could discuss the various ways I planned to fuck myself with it. "Do you do this often with new hires?"

His eyes widened in shock at my question, which I felt was completely valid. He didn't seem uncomfortable with the situation at all, which was just odd. He leaned forward so much that he was practically out of his seat. "Do you look at porn regularly when you start a new job in a high school with impressionable youth?" he shot back.

I leaned toward him, my eyes narrowed as I processed his body language, "Are you trying to blackmail me into fucking you?" I hissed at him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" His voice was caramel sauce straight from the microwave, sweet and sticky and hot enough to burn.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I retorted, because I would be damned if I was going to be the one to admit it first. Plus there were video cameras all over the damn school, who knew if he had one in his office and if he planned to use the footage to blackmail me. He could probably erase the part where he offered to buy me sex toys and skip right to the part where I just asked him if he wanted to fuck me. Awesome. How stupid could I be?

"Yes, very much, actually," he said as he sat back down in his chair slowly, reaching up to touch his rock solid hair, stopping before he made contact, and pulling at his tie instead. He really needed to lose the Aquanet hair and set it free from what I could see. If he played football, which I highly doubted, he wouldn't need a helmet.

"Oh, well, in that case . . ." I stood up and pressed my hands against his desk, leaning forward so that my face was mere inches from his. This close up, I could see the smattering of light freckles that dotted the bridge of his slightly crooked nose, which just made him infinitely hotter. I watched as his eyes shifted down and he looked at the gap in my blouse, getting a glimpse of the deep purple lace bra I wore beneath the shirt. "I would love to have dinner at your place, and I'll be dessert, of course."

A slow smirk spread across his lips and I worried for a moment that he was, in fact, just playing with me, and this was some sick joke. I needed to stop reading those psycho books, they were definitely making me paranoid.

"Is that a promise?" he asked as his tongue peeked out and ran across his blindingly white teeth enticingly.

"Is what a promise?" I asked, not sure what the hell he was talking about because all I could think about was his mouth and his lips and the possibility that this was going to be some sort of set up. I also contemplated setting up a doctor appointment for psych testing seeing as I was probably losing my ever loving mind.

"Do you even realize what you just said?" He cocked his head to the side as he watched my expression morph from confusion to horror as I ran through the conversation.

"Oh. Oh!" I said, realizing my Freudian slip. "I meant that I would bring dessert, not that I was dessert, although I could be. I mean . . . I don't have to be . . . I'm going to go now." I pushed off the desk, my legs weak as I turned and headed for the door.

"Ms. Swan, aren't you forgetting something?" His voice was calm and commanding as the words wrapped around me and I gripped the doorknob tightly before releasing it and turned to face him. I could definitely understand why he was a principal, he exuded power and confidence. Of course I was forgetting something, my laptop.

"Oh, yes." I stepped toward him and reached out for my beloved iMac and his fingers slipped around my wrist to stop me. I gasp-sighed as his warm, smooth, soft skin made contact with mine. Jesus, I really need to stop it with the porn and get myself a real live boyfriend if something as simple as fingers around my wrist made my panties wet.

"Oh no, Ms. Swan, you'll get your laptop back later this evening, when you come for dinner. You will however, need my address in order to retrieve it." He smiled patiently at me and tapped a piece of paper with unbelievably perfect handwriting on it. I pondered whether he ironed his underwear and hung them up in his closet. I took the piece of paper, a little irritated that he was holding my laptop hostage and stomped out of his office, nearly slamming the door behind me as I heard a low chuckle coming from his spot behind his desk.

Once at home I began second guessing myself, and by the time seven o'clock rolled around my head was in the toilet and I had a serious case of diarrhea because of the nerves. I wasn't going to make it, and it seemed as though it was probably for the best. Nothing good could come of discussing sex toys with the principal of my school, or fucking him for that matter--except maybe a stellar orgasm or two, or more--in my fantasy world anyway.

I ended up calling in sick the following morning, having slept most of the night on the bathroom floor in between puking bouts. I hadn't called Mr. Cullen, or Edward, or my boss, or whatever I was supposed to refer to him as, and I knew that I had just made things even worse for myself. My cell phone, which doubled as my home phone since I hadn't installed a landline, rang several times during the day. I was too scared to check my messages, for fear there would be one from Mr. Cullen letting me know that my laptop, along with my 'Vibe', would be sent to my house and not to bother coming back in to work as I was officially being terminated.

I debated calling in sick the following day, but decided if I was going to be fired I might as well get my laptop back so I could have my favourite lover, and my porn stash, which I supposed were one in the same. I chose my outfit carefully, a knee length A-line skirt and a deep purple satin blouse with matching kitten heels, because if I was going out, I would at least be doing it in style.

I didn't see Mr. Cullen all day, which was not really all that surprising since I worked in the library and he would be in his office, doing office related things, while I struggled with the plight of literacy in our Education system. Halfway through the day a computer technician came in and took the crappy old computer out and replaced it with a new PC. It was no Mac, but it was better than the piece of junk that had been taking up space on my desk. I was very sad when it dawned on me that I wasn't going to get the opportunity to love this computer properly, because I most likely wouldn't be working here all that long. I stroked the twenty-two inch flat screen monitor and spent the rest of the afternoon updating files and organizing data for whoever it was that would be taking my place.

I hadn't realized how long I must have been sitting there, because suddenly I realized that the hallways of the building were dark and that only the lights in the library were still on. I checked the time on the bottom corner of my computer screen and realized that it was after six and I should have been heading home to my lonely townhouse long ago. Of course, before I did that I would have to go to the office and get my computer back from Mr. Cullen. I sighed and turned off the computer in front of me and went to the back office to collect my purse and keys.

I was arranging files when I heard the door click shut behind me. I pressed my hand against my heart, afraid it would slam its way out of my chest when I saw Mr. Cullen leaning against the closed door with my laptop snuggled up against his side.

"You stood me up." His voice was even, his eyes moved across my body and I watched his fingers tighten around my laptop. I was ready to grab my iMac and run, fearful that my poor laptop would suffer the consequences instead of me.

"I was sick. I called in," I said defensively.

"I noticed. Although I'm hesitant to believe that was the case." He took two steps toward me, his long, lean legs covering the distance quickly as he set my laptop down on the desk beside him carefully. I tried to take a step back, but there was nowhere for me to go. I grabbed the edge of the desk as he closed the gap and took a deep breath.

"You can ask my toilet, I'm not lying," I breathed as the closeness of his body, the lines of his tailored suit, made my panties want to shimmy themselves down my thighs and jump into his pocket.

"There's some interesting material saved on this computer, Isabella. May I call you that? Or do you prefer Bella? I like them both, and seeing as I've looked through much of your personal content on that lovely laptop, I feel that we certainly should be on a first name basis. Which means you can call me Edward." He ran his index finger along the outside edge of my iMac as he spoke.

"I usually go by Bella, but you can call me Isabella if you like it better," I said breathily, wanting to kick myself in the ass for being such a pantywaist. I felt soft, expensive fabric against my knee as Mr. Cullen, Edward, pressed his leg between mine.

"Are you feeling better, Bella?" he asked as his fingers trailed slowly down my side.

"Much." I nodded. The sound of my name falling from his candy sweet lips, made me shiver and I had to work to refrain from shifting my hips forward and pressing into him.

"Are you willing to reschedule?" His mouth was beside my ear, his nose brushing along the shell.

"Reschedule?" I asked, because I wasn't sure what he wanted me to reschedule, had I missed a staff meeting, was there some committee I was supposed to be on that I wasn't aware of?

"Dinner, Bella, would you be willing to reschedule dinner, because while I think I'm going to enjoy fucking you right here, on this desk, I would definitely like to do it in a much more private place, where I can hear you scream," he said quietly as he pulled the zipper of my skirt down and the fabric slid down my hips and pooled on the floor around my feet.

"Oh God," I moaned as his lips swept across my jaw until they were at the corner of my mouth.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin.

"Yes, it's a yes," I whispered. I turned my head toward his and his mouth was on mine before I had a chance to appreciate the sweet taste of his skin. I moaned as sensation took over logic and his hands travelled up and down my thighs before he pressed himself between my legs and ground himself against me.

This was going to be fast and furious and I was not about to complain since the most loving I'd had recently was from my hand and my extensive collection of fake cocks. I reached for his belt buckle and slipped through, pulling hard to hear him grunt at the force I used. I smiled as his tongue sought mine and he kissed me fiercely. In a moment of clarity, I thought about the possiblity that this was a frequent occurance for him, and that I very well may be one of a long list of women he had fucked and chucked along the way. A very high school type behaviour left over from his glory days. But I didn't really give a shit right now, because I was going to get some much needed action.

I yanked at the button on his pants and it popped off, bouncing across the floor and rolling under the desk. He looked down at my my hand and then met my gaze. "These are expensive pants and I don't sew," he stated.

I wanted to laugh, because who the hell said something like that when I was obviously about to stick my hands down his pants? "Would you like me to sew it back on right now?" I asked as I ran my finger under the waistband of his underwear, dipping lower until my finger grazed something soft and hard and pretty damn sizable.

"No, I was just stating a fact. I also find the fact that you would be willing to sew it back on right now incredibly hot, along with your legs and your shoes," he murmured.

"I was being sarcastic," I replied, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and sliding them down his length slowly, stunned at the impressive size, which I certainly would not be mentioning to him. He grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, causing me to yelp in shock.

"Shh, the janitorial staff is still here, and it would be very unprofessional of you to let them know just how much you enjoy extracurricular activities with the school principal." His fingers slid along the juncture between my thigh and my pussy and then they were moving beneath the thin fabric of my purple satin underwear.

"Shit," he murmured as his fingers came in contact with my bare skin and slid slowly along my lips. I exhaled a breathy moan, trying to make as little noise as possible. I pulled him free from his underwear and glanced down at the stunning masterpiece I was holding. It was probably the nicest cock I had ever seen; well proportioned, definitely well groomed, and very, very well endowed.

I shifted my hips and shoved my underwear out of the way, too intent on getting what I wanted to be bothered with taking them off. I guided the head of his cock toward my pussy and pressed it against my clit before slipping it down between my lips where his fingers had just been until he was positioned against my entrance. I Slid my foot up the length of his leg, impressed with my balance and thankful I'd stuck with the yoga classes, and placed my heal against his ass so I could pull his body toward mine. I held onto the desk behind me tightly with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other. I felt a hand clamp over my mouth when I let out a loud groan as his entire cock slid forcefully inside me.

"What did I tell you about being unprofessional, Bella?" Edward's voice was rough and strained as he grabbed my hips and held me steady before sliding out slowly and pumping back into me. At the same time he lifted me slightly so my ass was resting on the desk behind me, which changed the angle and pushed him that much deeper. I bit back the moan this time, not wanting to get caught because it wouldn't be just me who would get in trouble for this.

I reached up and grabbed his hair, the gelled strands crunching beneath my fingers. "You use too much gel," I muttered and bit the shoulder of his suit jacket--which even tasted expensive--when he thrust into me harder than before.

"You have no idea what a pain in the ass my hair is, now shut the fuck up unless you want to tell me how amazing I am," he groaned as he continued to increase the pace of his thrusts.

"You pompous asshole . . ." I whimpered. His mouth crashed down on mine, effectively stopping all ridiculous conversation as he leaned forward and pushed me back on the desk. He shoved papers and books out of the way and they fluttered and thumped to the floor as he braced himself on his forearm and continued to fill my body in ways it had not been filled in a very long time, if ever.

I could feel an orgasm pushing its way to the surface, making my skin ripple with goosebumps, even though it was unbelievably hot in the room. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd had an orgasm during sex, and it wasn't even like there had been any sort of prep work to lead up to it, but there it was, burning a slow trail along my limbs before the fire pooled in my stomach. I grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and held him close as the wave of fire rushed over me. I moaned into his mouth and he grunted.

"Shit, shit, shit." He slammed into me forcefully and I watched the muscles in his neck strain and tighten as his body shook slightly. I could feel the heavy pulse and twitch inside me before he slumped over my body, breathing hard as he fought to regain his composure. He reached beside my head and pulled several tissues from the school issued box, which were like sandpaper on your nose. He lowered his hand between us and slid out of me slowly, pressing the tissue up against me, possibly to prevent me from leaking all over the floor, I couldn't be sure.

He righted himself and extended a hand to help me to my feet. I adjusted my underwear and stepped back into my skirt, not looking at Mr. Cullen--Edward--as I zipped it up. He tucked himself back into his pants before he smoothed his tie and straightened his suit jacket, rocking back on his heels. "So," he said, pulling anxiously on his tie.

Well, this was awkward. "Um, thanks?" I said, but it came out as a question.

He snorted, an incongruous sound coming from this very proper man. "Are you still interested in dinner then?"

"Pardon?" I asked, a little stunned, and still coming down from my orgasm high, which tended to make me a little stupid.

"Dinner, would you still like to have it with me, after that abysmal performance?" He cleared his throat nervously.

I would hardly call that perfermance abysmal. Quick and dirty maybe, but I wasn't complaining. "Do you mean tonight? Like, now?" I pursed my lips.

"Mmm," he nodded, raising one brow at me, "yes, now."

"Um, okay?" I looked around the room at the mess of papers on the floor. "I should probably straighten this up first, or someone might think I was getting fucked on my desk."

"Probably a good idea. You still have the directions to my house?" he asked as he bent down and picked up several fallen items and placed them back on my desk.

"I do." I nodded. Oh yes, I had Google mapped that address and checked out what his

house looked like with the satillite view.

"Excellent, I'll meet you there in half an hour?" he asked, although it was more like a directive then an actual question. He opened the door to the library office and turned around to look at me. "Oh, and Bella, the 'Rabbit' you wanted came in today. I had it sent express delivery." His lips curved up in a smirk as he pulled the door shut behind him.

I wondered if I could call in sick again tomorrow, from his bed.