How to Discipline Your Vampire(59)

            I decided to make her uncomfortable.

            “Let’s see . . . I’m ovulating next Monday, so I better find a man this weekend. Is your ex-boyfriend still in Portsmouth?” I asked loudly. The other teachers snickered only because they like me slightly better than they like Deirdre.

            While the kids adored me, I didn’t have a huge fan club among teachers, mainly because I was a substitute and therefore not a permanent fixture they have to get to know. Little did they know I was just as qualified and experienced as they were—I had my teaching certificate, and I’d been doing this for years. I just didn’t want to settle down with a specific school. Or subject. Whatever. My dad was a principal and superintendent for years so I could go wherever the hell I pleased.

            Deirdre spun on her Payless BOGO sale heel and walked out of the party. The people around me tittered nervously, and I laughed at myself for thinking of the word titter.

            Thank God this party was over so I could get back to that journal.



            I gave the class a pop test I made up on the spot so I could read the journal I fell asleep on.

            Don’t judge me.

            May 1, 2012

            Dear Journal,

            I had been to one or two Portsmouth munches before, but the scene didn’t appeal to me. This one was sort of a speed-dating scenario. Although many of the women were attracted to me, none had ever stood out, either mentally or physically.

            Tonight, I was terrified to see Jenny, so I almost didn’t go in.

            But I did, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

            I never imagined I could be so attracted to someone.

            Perhaps I have truly been dead all these years. Perhaps my vampiric existence was hell, and after so much despair, God had finally granted me access to heaven.

            I know I was being a bit fantastical and romantic, but I ignored reason.

            So I stared at the meaning of life.

            She had the most innocent visage, and the most petite but sinful body I had ever seen. Her mouth was pursed in a sweet, full pout, and her pale green eyes searched the room meaningfully. Her hair fell in golden waves around her lovely face, and landed softly on the tops of her more than full breasts. As a function such as this dictates, I’d say she was dressed appropriately.

            Dark gray, tailored suit jacket on top of a skin-tight black corset.

            My mind could barely form the following thought. It was so outrageous. It was so perfect. We talked for only a few minutes, but I will never forget a moment of it.

            She was a single Domme, she was strict, and she wanted to play with me.

            I put the book down with a triumphant slap to the counter.

            It was me!

            He was writing about me in his journal!

            “Hey, Miss Norrel, you wore your dancing shoes today, huh?” a student asked. A few of them were laughing.

            I looked down and realized I was doing my happy dance. The seated running man.

            Shit.

            “Too much coffee,” I replied, blushing hard.

            “I’d say not enough. Get up and work it!” some redheaded girl shouted, and suddenly there was an impromptu dance party breaking out in class.

            Some kid took out his phone and put on some tunes.

            I waved my hands. “That’s enough. Maybe if I’m in next week we’ll have a break-dance competition,” I joked.