The Coming of Anna (The Manhattan Series) by Leilani Rinder Page A

heart but also between my legs?  Was the deception I felt over everything
Mark had done to me over the years having an impact on the way my body and my
emotions reacted to Anton’s lovemaking?  Was I destined to be a frigid woman
who could not give herself fully to any man again?  Did Mark break more than my
heart?  Did he in fact break me?
    **********
    Later, when I had cleaned up and Anton lay sleeping next to
me, silent tears slipped into my pillow. 
    I fell asleep, only to wake up half-an-hour later.  Anton
was getting dressed.
    “Where are you going?  There is nobody else here.  You are
welcome to spend the night.”
    “Not tonight, my Lovely.  I don’t have clean clothes or
anything here.  I will see you at school tomorrow.”
    With that he quickly kissed me on the forehead and left.

A RUDE AWAKENING
     
    The next morning Anton did not come by before school.  When
I walked into the staffroom, he was already there, sitting in his usual spot
across the room from me. 
    Everybody in the staffroom knew that I went to court for my
final divorce proceedings the previous day.  A few pulled me aside to ask if I
was okay and to say that I could call on them any time I needed someone to
listen.  Yeah, right!  I have heard how they gossip about any bit of juicy news
they could lay their hands on.  None of them would have the pleasure of seeing
my pain, or even my happiness.  I put on my best smile and thanked each one who
approached me with my sunniest demeanour.
    To my amazement, Anton quickly entered my classroom and
locked the door behind him during that interval.  He barely acknowledged me in
the staffroom that morning.  I had no idea how to react towards him after what
had happened between us the previous night.  We had made love.  Does that not
qualify as some kind of commitment or at least a public acknowledgement of some
tie between us?
    “How are you today?” he asked.
    “Oh, I am fine.  Keeping busy, as you can see.”
    “Come here, we don’t have much time.”
    He pulled me up from behind my desk.  He sat down on one of
the student’s desks and pulled me closer to him.  He started kissing me profusely,
as if he was really hungry for me.  I kissed him back but the feeling of unease
and discomfort I felt the previous night, was with me again. 
    When he started unbuttoning my shirt, I pushed him away. 
    “What now?  The door is locked and nobody saw me come in
here,” he protested.
    “Anton, no, don’t do this!  We are at school.  I am not
comfortable with this.  We need to be an example to our students, not spend our
intervals making out behind closed doors.”
    “Who said anything about making out?  I am here to fuck that
sweet pussy of yours into submission.”
    I could only stare at him in shock.  Was this the same man
who could be so kind to me?  The one who had become my best friend and whom I
had believed I was falling in love with?
    “Anton, it is not going to happen.  I am not having sex with
you in my classroom.  I am not a teenager!”
    “Okay, okay.  Can I see you tonight?”
    “Okay.  Come by any time after school.  I will make us
something proper to eat for tonight.  I promise something better than scrambled
eggs.”
    I smiled, trying to diffuse the situation and relieve the
tension that suddenly crept in between us.
    He gave me a quick kiss before leaving.
    **********
    When I got home late afternoon I had a quick shower.  I put
on a light dress and started on some beef stroganoff in the kitchen.  Anton
promised to bring a bottle of red wine.
    We spent a relaxing evening together.  We talked about this
and that and drank the wine he brought.  After dinner we sat on the couch. 
Anton started kissing me.
    He pushed me back on the couch and his hands reached inside
my shirt.  I allowed him to take it off.  Dressed only in my panties, he
started sucking my nipples, giving each one a turn.  He put my hand in his
crotch and I started rubbing him.  I