Page 93 of Guarded Deputy
“Did I ever tell you that I love the way you look in your uniform?” Her free hand trails down my chest, making my body tight.
“No.” I clear my throat.
“It’s sexy. Gives me all sorts of ideas.” Her smile is wicked.
“Lizzy, we’re going to need to shelf this conversation for another moment when we’re not at work.”
“Will you still wear the uniform?” Her eyes gleam.
I growl and pull her to me, staring into her eyes as she breathlessly looks up at me. Her lips are parted in surprise.
“I’ll wear whatever the hell you want me to wear.” I press my mouth to hers.
Lizzy moans quietly, her mouth moving against mine. In the back of my mind, I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but she feels so good against me that one minute won’t make a different.
The clicking of heels echoes behind me, and Lizzy pushes me away, shaking her head as if she were in a fog. I furrow my brows and look at her and then behind me.
“Fuck,” she mumbles.
The principal is looking at us with a stern expression.
“Ms. Andrews, don’t you have class?” She lifts her brow at Lizzy.
“Yes.” Lizzy’s eyes briefly glance at me and then she walks away.
I blow out a breath, looking at Mrs. Sanders with pursed lips. I’ve gotten into trouble in my life, but it’s never felt as grave as this. Maybe because I’m an adult and should know how to act properly.
“Deputy Moore, can we speak?”
“Of course.” I close the gap and stand before her.
“I’ve heard you and Ms. Andrews are dating, however, I expect complete professional behavior when you’re on school grounds. I’ll be having the same conversation with her as well.”
“I understand.” I nod, expression impassive. “I apologize for not being professional. I promise to keep our personal life out of the school.”
I can keep a straight face and not let others see how they affect me, but I hope Lizzy won’t hold this against me.
“Great. Have a good afternoon.”
“You too.” I walk away, breathing deeply.
I lost control when I saw Lizzy, but my priority is making sure we both keep our jobs. Kissing her in the hallway at work is not part of that plan.
She’s everything I’ve always wanted and thought I didn’t deserve. When I see her, it’s like my heart catapults toward her and I act on impulse. I should get that checked. I’ve always been good at controlling my emotions.
The rest of the afternoon drags, and I have no more sightings of Lizzy. It’s unfortunate for me, but the best thing for our work situation. When I grab Walker, Lizzy barely smiles at me. Taken aback, I tilt my head but she presses her lips into a straight line.
“Let’s go, Uncle Nate.” Walker tugs my hand before I can even find a way to ask Lizzy what’s going on.
I look at him and realize he’s not the same amped up kid he usually is. “Hold on. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just tired. I wanna go home.” He pulls the handle on my car, but it’s locked.
I grab the key fob and unlock the car, analyzing him as if searching for a lie somewhere. Walker seems upset. His shoulders are tense, and his jaw is locked. Something’s up, but I’ll have to ask Lizzy if something happened once I’m home and he can’t hear me.
After giving Walker a snack and making sure he’s doing homework, I sneak out to the backyard and call Lizzy. Her attitude at pick-up was off, and Walker is still in a bad mood.
“Hello?” she answers