Yes, see how disheveled he looks, how flustered he appears—thank me for that. That was exactly the point of my expression: back off.
“Yes, Miss Rod?” he replied, his tone flat, unaware of the electricity hanging in the air.
“The principal…um, he asked to see you before you leave,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
He only nodded, seemingly oblivious, and I knew exactly what had unsettled her. Miss Rod clearly had a crush on him, but tough luck—he’s mine.
“I’ll see the principal after I’m done with my wife,” he said sharply, and I watched the life seemingly drain from her, her shoulders slump slightly. Perfect. Good. Know your place.
I could practically smell my scent on him, filling the space between us, and I could tell that’s
