A Surreptitious Relationship

:A Surreptitious Relationship: Chapter Thirteen

“Holly, could you go into the supply room and get me some cream?”

            I looked up at Chris from the desk I was currently slumped on. He gave me one of his you-can’t-say-no smiles. After heaving a sigh, I pushed myself up from my chair and trudged towards the supply room. Normally I wouldn’t have a problem doing anything for him, but now I couldn’t say no.

            That black-mailing devil, I thought, pushing open the supply room door. Using telling my mom I got drunk as leverage for making me his personal slave… With too much force, I wrenched open the door, nearly knocking everything from the shelves and causing a clamor.

            “Forget to turn off your super-strength, Holly?”

            Ignoring his jibe, I leaned over the fridge, looking for his creamers. Immediately my gaze met a container that read cow heart. Next to that was his lunch. I nearly gagged. How could he keep those things in such proximity of each other? My eyes located the creamers now, and I quickly grabbed them, closing the fridge swiftly. I didn’t want to know what else was in there.

            “Here,” I said, placing the creamers on his desk.

            He gestured with his finger for me to come closer to him. After a moment, I obeyed, taking a few toddler steps toward him. Without any warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me the rest of the way towards him, and sitting me on his lap. My face flamed, but I didn’t move out of his grasp.

            “You don’t have to sit so far away,” he murmured in my ear.

            “What if someone comes in?”

            He chuckled, his breath caressing my neck. “Don’t worry. The door’s locked.”

            I glanced at him uneasily. “I don’t think—”

            “Then don’t,” he interjected, bringing his face closer to mine. “It’s early, no one is here yet.”

            “Teachers are,” I breathed, doing my best not to move. Even the slightest movement of my lips would cause them to touch his.

            His eyes gleamed mischievously. “If one comes in, I’ll knock them out. I haven’t punched anyone in a long time. I’m getting antsy…”

            “Mr. Heywood!” I cried, my eyes widening. How could he say that after everything that had happened? He wanted to fight?

            He cut off my thoughts when he gently pressed his lips to mine, a smile forming on his. “Call me Chris,” he instructed me when he pulled away. “Remember?”

            “I…” He brushed his lips against mine again, causing me to trail off. I couldn’t think straight when we kissed. “Chris…”

            “Can I ask you a favor?” he inquired, running his lips over my ear.

            I jerked, surprised by the sudden contact. He smirked, cocking an eyebrow at my reaction. To no one’s surprise, red dusted across my face. This time I took the initiative, grasping his face firmly in my hands so he couldn’t move away. Unfortunately he pressed his lips together tightly, not responding.

            “What?” I finally asked, pursing my lips.

            The corners of his lips quirked in amusement. “You look disappointed.”