Reyna stared at Darcy's paper as she chewed on her dinner roll, though she wasn't really seeing it. The sadness that had plagued the little girl for the last hour of the day had broken Reyna's heart. Darcy hadn't really paid much attention and Reyna had ignored it. It wasn't like she had much planned for the end of the day anyway. By that point, her students were ready to go home, and she knew their minds were on their after school snacks, playtime and so on. She couldn't blame them. It was a long day for a six year old.
But she was impressed that Mr. Beckham had come up there and told her goodbye. That he'd taken the time to do so before he left. That had made him all the more appealing to her. She wasn't even upset that he'd interrupted her class. Most parents would probably not even bother, but Reyna remembered Darcy saying she didn't have a mother. Maybe that was why he'd chosen to come up. She wondered if Mr. Beckham was close to his daughter and how often he had to travel for his work, which led her to wondering what he actually did for a living. He did drive a very nice vehicle.
Reyna had been startled when she'd opened the door of her classroom and found the gorgeous man out there. The attraction she'd had towards him was immense. It was like there was some connection between them. She knew she was being ridiculous, but Mr. Beckham hadn't been able to take her eyes off of her either. The only time he'd looked away was when Darcy had walked out and distracted him. He watched her the same way he did in her dreams, his hot gaze setting her on fire and arousing her.
She really should just forget about him, but that was impossible. His daughter was in her class, and every time she looked at Darcy, she thought of Mr. Beckham. She just needed to make it through the school year, and then she wouldn't see him again. Why did that make her heart ache?
She was only two days into the year too. Maybe she'd just get used to him and she'd be able to stop thinking about him. His blue gaze, his dark tousled hair, those muscles. She closed her eyes and sighed rather loudly. She was already growing aroused again. She had been earlier when she'd walked out and see him standing there looking so incredibly sexy.
But he'd looked damn fine this afternoon when he'd showed up at the school. He'd been wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscled, tattooed forearms and a pair of dark dress pants. Mr. Beckham had a body to die for. He'd looked so good. She licked her lips. What she wouldn't give to feel his lips on her own. She swallowed. He was a damn good kisser in her dreams. And he had a dirty mouth that really turned her on.
Reyna hadn't had a boyfriend since her second year in college. It had been an okay relationship. But there were certain things he wouldn't do when it came to sex. It was always missionary and there was never any oral sex. He was very straightforward and the chain of events that happened were always predictable. Sex happened on Saturdays, and he expected her to be naked and waiting for him. He'd kiss her a few times, then stick it in, have sex, and that was it. She hardly ever got off, but he always did and that seemed to be all that mattered.
He wasn't interested in veering out of that pattern either, no matter what Reyna suggested. Eventually he'd gotten annoyed enough with her that he'd yelled at her and told her this was the way it was, and if she didn't like it, oh well. It worked for him, and he was perfectly happy with their sex life the way it was.
Reyna had been friends with him first, then they'd started dating. He was a better friend than boyfriend, and even though she'd given him her virginity, she honestly wished she hadn't. She'd cared about him, but she'd never been in love with him. After he'd yelled at her, she'd decided to break up with him, but shortly after that, he'd informed her that he'd switched majors and decided to switch schools and was moving across the country. He'd then proceeded to break up with her. She'd been a bit relieved by that.
The comparison between her ex and her dreams with Mr. Beckham were like night and day. She knew they were dreams though. She knew sex with him probably wouldn't be that good in real life. She also knew she'd never actually have sex with him in real life. Mr. Beckham was just a fantasy that lived only in her mind. But the man just had to look at her and she grew so turned on that her body felt like it was on fire. Her ex had never affected her that way. She couldn't even imagine how it would be if he actually touched her.
Her ex had been the only one she'd ever slept with too, and she was okay with that. She wasn't actively looking to get into a relationship right now, though if one suddenly found her, she'd be okay with it. She wouldn't mind coming home in the evenings to some strong arms, dark hair and blue eyes. She wondered if the real Mr. Beckham had as sinful of a mouth as her dream guy did.
Reyna sat back and pinched the bridge of her nose. She needed to stop. Mr. Beckham was NOT the man in her dreams. She had to stop thinking about him that way. If she ever did date him, which she knew was never going to happen, she'd find herself disappointed because he wasn't the same man who was in her dreams. She'd put him on a pedestal. It was completely dumb of her to do that.
Reyna sighed softly and let her mind drift back to the real Mr. Beckham and the fact that he was traveling for work. How long would he be gone for? She found herself again wondering what Mr. Beckham did for a living. Something where he had to travel, apparently. She'd love to just be able to sit and talk to him and ask questions, like what was his first name? Small things she'd like to know. Like if he really was as good of a kisser as he was in her dream.
And there she went again, comparing him to the man in her dreams. The man he really wasn't. Clarice jumped up into her lap, distracting her from her thoughts, and Reyna ran a hand over the cat's back absent mindedly. She needed to focus on the papers she was grading and finish up.
Reyna looked back down at Darcy's paper and finished grading it, then tossed it onto the top of the stack. She opened her file and placed them all inside then put it in her bag. That was the last thing she needed to do for tomorrow.
Reyna next cleaned up the kitchen, adding a few things to her grocery list. She really needed to meal prep for next week so her dinners were healthier. Then she headed back to take a hot shower so she could crawl in bed. She wouldn't mind dreaming about Mr. Beckham again tonight, but she wasn't holding her breath. She'd probably be better off if she didn't dream about him. She wanted him way too much for her own good.
But once she'd fallen asleep for the night, there he was, sitting on the corner of her desk, his muscled arms resting on either side of him, a smile on his gorgeous lips. He was wearing the same thing he'd been wearing earlier when he'd come to see Darcy, except that his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a well muscled chest and perfect abs that made her want to drool.
She walked over to him, her gaze trailing over his gorgeous body and stopped when she was just a foot or so away from him. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her in between his legs. Reyna placed her hands on his thighs, marveling at the muscle.
"You're so beautiful, Reyna. So absolutely perfect," he murmured against her neck.
"You're beautiful too," she responded, her lips parting at his touch.
