"Get back to your seats." She commanded and the students didn't hesitate to scurry back to their seats, making me retreat back to my desk. She was stern, I like it. It's definitely a contrast to the way she looks.

On my way back to my desk, she began the lesson. As I sat down, a glare stabbed me in the back and caused me to look to the eyes which felt sharp. She was directly behind me, now stood facing me away from the class.

"What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?" She whisper spoke, attitude still in her tone.

My eyebrows raised at the sudden interrogation. I leant back in my chair; my arms crossed over my chest, giving her a smug smirk. "I'm teacher training, I'm shadowing you." I say simply and by the look on her face, she was embarrassed she had been so bold to accuse me of stalking her.

"Did you find all your clothes? I'm pretty sure I threw your bra on the couch..." I start, purposely bringing up last night to see her squirm. My eyes slowly trail down from hers, purposely going unbearably slow. "You couldn't find it?" I ask, gesturing to her chest with a simple, small nod. I watched as she threw her head down to look at what I was mentioning, her nipples visible through her dress.

I saw the anger sizzle up her body and as she went to give me an ear full, she stopped herself. I was surprised she was so bothered by me. I watched her swing round on her heels and reach for a pile of papers sat on her desk. "I hope you bought a red Paper Mate Ink joy pen, preferably medium tipped because I need these done by tonight." She hissed, slamming the papers on my desk. She leaned forward slightly. "Last night was a mistake. If you mention it to me or anyone else, I'll have you fired." She whispered with confidence. I won't lie, it was sexy watching her angry and thinking she was getting her way. I stayed leaning back in my chair, unfazed by her mini tantrum. This bothered her, I knew it did. What she did next confirmed that.

"Y/N is teaching training." I began, speaking to the class with a loud voice that caught their attention. "She will also be marking your essays from yesterday which you should've handed in by now." I say, scanning the room for scared faces who hadn't." On top of that, she has so nicely offered to give her lunch to any of you which may need the extra help." A sly smile came over my lips as I tilted my head and looked at the bartender sat on the desk over from me. She looked unbothered but by the time I had finished, she had readjusted herself in her chair and uncrossed her arms. She looked towards the class and gave a small smile and a nod.

"Don't be scared to speak, I know it can be nerve wracking on your first day"

Her eyes darted to me and I saw them wish me a painful death.

"I don't get nervous, Mrs Olsen." My heart fell to my stomach and the smug smile on my face disappeared as she exaggerated my marital status. Fuck. I had been so caught up in making her know I wasn't to be played with, that I had overlooked the fact that she now knew my full name and that I'm a married woman. Y/N wouldn't tell anyone... Right? I questioned to myself, my hands becoming clammy as I took a moment to breath, looking over to Y/N and seeing her give me the same smile I had earlier.

I was three papers through marking and the lecture came to an end. What I wasn't expecting was for multiple papers to be thrown onto the small pile I had to begin with. The small pile which I knew I could finish, was now looking not so completable. I marked the papers with a blue pen that I stored in my pocket, despite the blond ladies demands of a certain type of pen. What a weird demand. No, such a nerdy demand.

As the students filtered out for their lunch, I rose to my feet to leave too. I heard a voice clear their throat which made me stop in my tracks. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get lunch."

"No, you will be in here for anyone who needs you." She spoke with a small laugh to begin her sentence. She was enjoying this too much and I wasn't one to be humiliated. Some times in the bedroom but certainly not at work, of all places.

"You know what's funny?" I started, still not looking at her. I place my bag on the desk, it fell over with the weight of the papers I had to load into it. I waited for a reply, she didn't bite my bait.

"You seem SO torn up about this. It seems like it's really got to you. Meanwhile, I can't remember your name." I exclaimed, throwing my arms in the air before turning around to look at her. She cocked her eyebrow at me and leant on her hand as he elbows held her chin up. My hands rested on my hips as I make my way over to her slowly.

"Missy? Izzie? No, they were both last weeks." I think out loud and she gives me a fake, sarcastic laugh. I theatrically move as I continue to think out loud. "No! I got it! You're the one with the hot friend. The one I should've taken home. Aubrey, wasn't it?"

"You're so mature." She spits at me. The mention of Aubrey's name clearly struck a nerve. I remembered a random girl at my bar but not hers, that seemed to sting.

"You need to remember that your life is boring, unfulfilling even. I party every night and sleep with whoever I want, whenever I want. You were just a no one with a sexy body who screamed to be fucked." I state with ease, walking to her desk and grabbing her wrist which held her head up, I bought it down to the wood desk, pinning it.

As I went to speak more, a student walked through the door and she snatched her hand away from me.

The student ignored us, not speaking a word but instead just grabbed the bag they had left under their desk and left without a word. The youth of today are braindead, I swear.

My heart was beating faster than I thought it could as I looked up at Y/N. She looked professional, wearing a white blouse which is tucked into grey flannel style trousers, the belt around her waist showing of her body. The first few buttons of the blouse were undone and it took me a moment to stop staring at the skin I could see. I liked what I saw. I'm straight. I AM STRAIGHT.

"Stop." I said abruptly standing up from behind the desk. "I'm straight, I'm married to a man. " I blurted out looking at Y/N with a 'duh' face.

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself." Her voice spoke, lowering a few octaves which sent shivers down my spine.

No. I didn't want to feel this. I love my husband, Robbie. I loved my life and I didn't need someone who's life is so reckless to turn mine upside down. I wouldn't let that happen...

"Stop coming on to me!" I say louder, not looking at her. "Leave me the FUCK alone" I say, for some reason becoming angry. I couldn't figure out whether I was angry at myself or her.

I waited for a reaction; it wasn't the one I was hoping for. I saw two options: she gets angry to and we kiss or she leaves. She chose the second one and without another word she left. I waited a few moments when she left and saw she left the papers behind. I chased after her but as I saw her, she climbed onto her motorbike and left.

A motorbike. Of course she owns a motorbike, that sums her up pretty well. She has a matt black helmet to match with a gold reflective vizor. I watched in awe as she left, slightly puffing my chest as I had run to get a hold of her. She didn't notice me but I noticed her. The way her hair blew underneath the helmet as she leaned down to speed up. He legs over the set and her perfect posture now making her look like a professional racer. Her hands gripped the handles the way she gripped me the other night. What. What am I thinking?! I'm so confused. A glance down at the papers in my hand would show blue ink scattered over the papers she had marked. Arrows pointed to different areas and linked to her bubbly handwriting which analysed nearly every sentence, she tried... Hard. I felt a smile on my lips but that was quickly squashed when I realised, I had to go home.

My house felt empty without anyone in it. It was just me. Robbie said he was working late and so I found myself sat on the couch, a wine glass in my hand as I binge watched any show I could find on Netflix.

After a few hours and once it had hit 8pm, he finally arrived home. I felt my lungs fill with air as I called out to him. He replied with a simple. "I'm home!" He made his way through our rather large home, definitely bigger than the apartment above the club. Why was I comparing everything to that night? Even when it came to him kissing my lips as a greeting, I questioned why it felt different. He had a beard, that's why... Right?

"I have a business meal in 30 minutes. I'm meeting with Lisa." He chimed through the house as I smelt his cologne drift up my nose. He smelt good, but it was overpowering, he sprayed far too much on.

"Lisa?" I question, never hearing that name before.

"Darling, she's, my boss. We met her at the BBQ at Harrys." He complained at my forgetfulness. I make a small "huh" to myself as I question him going out at 8:30 pm with another woman.

"Can I join you?" I ask, looking back at him as he walks through the lounge area, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Unfortunately, not."

"Why?"

"It's for work, I can't be inviting my wife to tag along."

My eyebrows raise. 'Tag along' He made it sounds as though I was an annoying kid who begged to go to work with him. I just wanted to spend time with him. I watch him get ready and before I know it, he is out of the door again.

I pour myself some more wine before choosing to finish Stranger Things on Netflix.

I pull my phone out of my pocket.

I skipped work. The hangover was toooooo much to handle.

U LEFT ME.

I had a one-night stand because u left me

OH THATS MY FAULT IS IT

You're ridiculous, you know that right?

what r u doing tonight?

Netflix and wine.

Robbie is out on a work meal, he said I couldn't go.

He's with Lisa.

Hes out with another woman tonight?

🤮🤮

We r going out.

Get ready

30 minutes and I'm coming

OK?

I didn't know where Aubrey expected us to go and the chances of us actually deciding on a place is slim but I still got ready anyway. It felt good to get all prettied up, to possibly be admired by someone. Time flew by and I dressed myself up. I chose what to wear specifically because I had already planned where I wanted to go.

Once she arrived, we had some drinks getting our self all giddy before making it to our Uber. "La Lace again?" I ask and her eyes widen.

"You want to see that bartender again!" She squeals, seeing right through me. I shake my head quickly and end up just giggling with her.

"She's hot, really hot and totally in to you!" Aubrey continues.

I won't lie, I did want to go see her. I wasn't ready to tell Aubrey about the other night. I was planning on feeling out how I felt about the whole thing tonight: whether I hated it or had a fun time being wanted. Aubrey would know eventually but I wanted it as my little secret. I'm not sure whether she's working tonight but I can only assume she is, if not, my nights going to .