THE HEADMASTER

“You can stop creeping around now, Jane. I’ve been expecting you.”

Her heart leaps, this time not in fear, but in exhilaration. ‘He’s been expecting me’.

She steps out of the shadows, coming into the headmaster’s full view with nothing but her short shorts and oversized T-shirt on. She left her slippers in her room because she didn’t want them to make a noise.

He’s seated by an old desk, a large book open under his nose with one big candle placed in the middle illuminating his perfect figure.

“I need something to get my mind off it. The other book, I mean,” she says.

“Why?” he asks.

“The imagined scenes keep replaying in my mind.”

He stands. “What scenes?”

She looks down at his legs, taking slow steps closer to her.

“Well…” she swallows. “I shouldn’t say,” she shakes her head.

He looks down at her as she bows her head to hide the rising heat in her cheeks. ‘I knew you would come to me.’

“You should. Then I’ll help you get rid of those thoughts,” he offers.

She looks up, into his eyes. “How?”

“I’ll replace those imagined scenes with real ones.”