Contents: contemporary, m/f, mild D/s
Publisher: Silver Publishing
Release date: Feb.14.2010
Jonathan Drake, once hell raiser bad boy, returns to the institution where he was saved from a life of crime. This time he's there to ask for his son's admittance. A son who seemed bent on repeating Dad's mistakes.
Headmistress Catherine Bynder, turns out to be the daughter of a previous principle and remembers him with more than fondness. She's after more than school fees, and isn't afraid to go after him. What begins as an interview and application, soon turns into so much more.
Sparks fly between the two, but will too many unfulfilled years keep these two from their second chance?
Catherine Bynder stood just inside the door, one hand on the knob, the other firmly planted on her hip. She'd been looking forward to this meeting ever since she realized, Mr. Jonathan Drake was in fact, John Drake, bad boy, heart throb from years ago.
He strode into her office, which was unchanged from when she'd visited as a young girl, and he'd been a resident of the institute. Oak bookcases lined two walls, and a large picture window opening onto the institute's well-tended gardens took up most of the third. A large antique teacher's desk with neatly piled folders and papers sat in front of it. A door leading to her private lavatory was to the right of the desk. Her high backed leather chair sat behind the desk, and several more waited for visitors in front of it.
He turned toward her. She fought to keep a straight face when she realized he was struggling to retain his cool demeanor, and was failing, badly. His eyes widened. The muscles around his mouth clenched, but only for a second.
She'd dressed carefully for their meeting in a snug fitting burgundy suit that she thought worked well with her dark hair. The skirt barely brushed the top of her knees and accentuated her curves perfectly. Leaving the jacket open, showed off her semi-transparent white silk blouse, and the lace accenting the upper portion of her bra. She'd purposely left the top two buttons unfastened after a little experimentation in front of a mirror. She knew he'd see just a hint of cleavage, which was where his eyes came to rest.
"Getting a good look?" she asked.
He tore his gaze away. His face instantly turned bright red. Dark eyes found hers, finally, and blinked. He was tall, towering over her five and a half feet by at least six inches. He wore the charcoal suit easily, as if he spent a good deal of time in it. No blue collar worker there, but he also looked fit. Slender, like a swimmer, and when he rose from the chair in the hall, there was a grace she hadn't expected. His hair was a little long, falling in dark waves over his shirt collar.
"I asked you if you got a good look?" she repeated sternly.
"Uh," was all he managed. His face grew even redder. His eyes flickered around, as if he was searching for an escape route.
"You are Mr. Drake, father of a boy who may need our attention?" She took pity and turned away from him, walking around her desk. It also gave her a moment to collect herself. She'd been very close to laughing at his befuddlement.
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Coming, February 14th to Silver Publishing.