Teacher's Pet - A Standalone Novel (A Teacher Student Romance)

by Claire Adams

  Ford shook his head wildly and picked up the phone. He took it off speaker phone and held up a hand to stop me. "Sir, I think we can all agree this is getting out of hand. I'm sure there is some official protocol for discussing this situation, and we would be more than happy to oblige."

  "What are you saying? He's in Michael Tailor's pocket," I whispered.

  Ford shook his head again. "Then we will talk again after the full facts of the case come out." He hung up the phone and flinched when I stepped forward. "Don't be mad," Ford cried. "I just wanted the conversation to be over. There wasn't anything productive there for us."

  I threw my hands up in the air. "How can you tell what is and what isn't productive in the midst of all this chaos?"

  As if on cue, the security guards hammered on Ford's front door again. Ford couldn't keep the smile from his face.

  "What are you smiling about?" I cried. "How can you be so calm when they're here to take you to the police station?"

  Ford reached me in two steps and wrapped me in his arms. I felt his deep, rumbling chuckle before I heard it. "I'm sorry, Clarity, I know this is crazy, but all of this is good news."

  I pushed back and pinned him with a skeptical look. "Good news? The article's been erased, security is escorting you to the police, you're going to be sued for libel, and my father is still suspended. How is any of this good news?"

  He grinned down at me. "Why would any of this be happening unless what we wrote was the truth?"

  The full power of what he pointed out swept over me, and I was glad for his strong arms around my waist. I swayed into him and then leaned back with a tentative smile. "We never would have gotten this kind of response unless it was true. Now they're scrambling to cover it up. That's why the president called; he's looking for the best way to spin this."

  "Let's hope, for his sake, he doesn't go with the ‘Clarity Dunkirk was brainwashed’ angle. I'm not sure he could survive another conversation with you," Ford chuckled again.

  I hugged him tight and pretended I didn't hear the insistent knocking on the front door. "So, now what?"

  His hands traveled down to the hem of the loose-fitting Landsman shirt I was wearing. Ford tickled my bare thigh. "You might want to put some clothes on before I let security in," he said.

  I frowned but headed to the bedroom and gathered my clothes. It only took a few moments to tug on my jeans, slip on my bra and shirt, and rake my fingers through my hair. Ford was surprised I pulled myself together so quickly.

  He held out his hand and threaded his fingers through mine. "Ready?" he asked.

  I thought I was, but the trembling wave I had been holding back finally broke loose. Tears overflowed, and I collapsed into Ford's arms with a ragged sob. "This is all my fault. All of it. This whole big mess started because my father wanted to help me. How could I let it turn out this way?"

  "You're not in control, Clarity. You can't take the blame," Ford soothed me. "You're doing the best you can to help your father, and you are doing more than a lot of people would dare."

  I wrapped my arms around his waist and refused to let him go. "I'm not letting you answer the door. They can't break it down."

  Ford dropped a kiss on the top of my head. "Don't be mad at the campus security."

  A surge of anger propelled me out of Ford's arms. I paced around his small living room. The spilled wax from last night's candles plus our forgotten wine glasses still stood on the coffee table. We had been so hopeful, so happy.

  "I can't believe the bad guy is going to get away with it," I shrieked. "How can you stand it?"

  Ford caught me in his arms again. "We can only control our own actions and the information we present to others. Michael Tailor has to live with his own actions, and we can't force him to feel badly about his choices."

  "How about your choices? Our choices?" I asked. I gestured to the rumpled sofa and the evidence of our passionate night.

  "I don't regret a single thing," Ford said. His kiss sealed my lips, and I felt one layer of worry lift.

  "Please don't open the door," I pleaded.

  Ford slipped out of my hold and unlocked the door. He stood back and welcomed the Landsman College security guards inside. "Good morning, gentlemen. You'll have to give me a few more minutes to pull myself together. I understand we're heading to the police station."

  The head of security nodded, but none of the men in the doorway moved. Ford laughed when he realized my razor-sharp glare was the cause of their hesitation.

  "How do we know they're not in the pocket of rich donors too?" I snapped. "I'm sure more than one of them has looked the other way when certain students are caught bending the rules."

  "I'm not gonna lie," Ford said to the guards, "she might bite. But there's fresh coffee in the kitchen, and you are more than welcome to grab a cup. I'll only be a few moments."

  Ford saluted them and strolled towards his bedroom. I stomped after him and fought the urge to slam the bedroom door. "What are you doing?" I hissed. "Please tell me you're going to go out the window or something."

  "Why would I run when I'm not guilty?" Ford asked.

  "You offered them coffee!"

  Ford smiled. "Well, it is pretty early in the morning." He caught my pained look and relented. "I'm sorry, Clarity, I know this is upsetting. The men out there are only doing their jobs, and I can't take out my frustration on them."

  I pulled open the bedroom door a crack and eyed the security guards. They stood in the doorway with their arms crossed, looking around, but not moving. "What if they're here to plant evidence or something? I bet Michael Tailor's gotten to at least one of them."

  Ford distracted me by stripping off the robe he'd been wearing. He pulled on a clean pair of black dress pants and a crisp, blue button-down shirt. "Know thy enemy," Ford said. He nodded towards the door, "and they are not it."

  Ford opened his bedroom door and called to the security guards. "I suppose I shouldn't wear a belt, right? Any other jail house fashion recommendations? Shoes without laces?" Ford asked. "I'm not too sad about skipping the tie. Ties were never really my thing."

  One security guard smiled, then looked at his colleagues and immediately sobered his expression. Ford walked out of the bedroom and went to his desk. "Hope you don't mind if I send a few emails, quickly."

  "We're not the one the police are waiting for," the head of security said.

  "Exactly," Ford agreed. "And I'm telling you, I'm no expert barista, but I'm betting my coffee tastes a hell of a lot better than the coffee at the police station."

  The one security officer took a step towards the kitchen, but the head guard shook his head. "We're ready as soon as you are, Mr. Bauer."

  Ford leaned back in his desk chair and sighed contentedly. "Now that sounds good. The whole 'professor' title never really sat well on me."

  I left him carrying on his relaxed, one-way conversation with the security guards while I slipped into the bathroom. Despite Ford's reassurances, I couldn't follow his easy-going lead. My whole chest was so contracted, I felt like I couldn't get a full breath. It seemed like months since I had had a normal day.

  Everything was tangled together. Meeting Ford, feeling that first electric spark, and then having to extinguish it because he turned out to be a professor had tied me in knots. Then the discovery of the falsified application forms in my father's office. And, now even when the truth was supposedly out in the world, my father was still suspended, and Ford was heading to jail.

  I leaned over the sink and gaped at the cold porcelain. Tears wouldn't come, but the grip of frustration and fear wouldn't let go. I fought my emotions for a moment, then gave up. I locked the bathroom door and yanked my phone from my pocket.

  "Clarity! I've been worried sick!" my father cried as soon as he answered.

  "Didn't you get my text message? Never mind, you didn't think to look. I'm so sorry, Dad, I should have called. I'm fine."

  My father took a deep breath. "Where are you? I just called Lexi
and told her to keep you off campus. Please tell me you are holed up somewhere safe."

  "I guess that depends on what you mean by safe," I muttered.

  "What?" my father yelped.

  My breath hitched. "I thought we'd all be safe once the truth was out. We published the exposé article last night, but the blow-back is insane. I didn't think it all the way through; I didn't know this would happen. I'm so sorry."

  "Stop apologizing, Clarity," my father said. "You did the right thing, and I'm proud of you. Of course it caused an uproar. You have no idea. They called me in the middle of the night to find out what students have access to the student newspaper website. I told them I couldn't help them."

  I smiled. "That must have caused a whole other uproar."

  My father chuckled. "It’s not my fault they don't keep track of student activities without me. They ended up having to call and wake up the entire IT staff. Those poor Landsman employees had to jump online last night and figure out how to take it all down."

  "Have you been up to campus?" I asked. "From the looks of social media, the students are in an uproar."

  "I'm so glad," my father said. "The student newspaper is built on the right to free speech, and any tampering with it should cause an outrage."

  "I'm just worried not enough people saw the article," I sighed.

  "Clarity, please, whatever you do, don't go to campus."

  The tone in his voice sent me into a panic. "What? Why? Is everything all right? Are you all right?"

  "I'm fine. It's just a strange car parked outside our house really early this morning. Two men are just sitting in it, waiting. Lexi told me she heard that strange men have been asking around campus after you." My father's voice was strained and tight. "I think they somehow work for Michael Tailor and are trying to deliver some sort of message or threat."

  I steadied my voice. "Maybe lurking around is the threat. There's no way Tailor would do anything. He's probably just trying to intimidate us."

  "Well, it's working on me at least," my father snapped. "Please don't go on baiting these people. Can you promise you'll stay put? Where are you?"

  "I'm at Ford's apartment. I've been here all night." I pushed on, hoping my father wouldn't pause to think of what that admission suggested. "And I'd love to promise that we're staying put, but campus security is here. The president of Landsman just called to tell Ford the guards are going to escort him to the police station. He's being charged with libel."

  "Campus security?" my father asked. "The president can't do that. This is not a college matter. I mean, it's tangled up with people that work at the college, but he cannot be compromising the safety of the students by sending the security guards to babysit an unruly faculty member."

  "Oh, don't worry," I joked. "I'm pretty sure if he hasn't been fired, then Ford has quit."

  "Even better," my father returned. "They're harassing an ex-employee. Listen, I've got an idea. Jackson Rumsfeld's wife is a defense attorney."

  "Alice?" I asked, remembering her from Thanksgiving.

  "Yes, and she's got quite an unshakeable reputation. I'll give her a call and see if she can advise Ford at all."

  It was relief to hear my father's confidence return. "What can I do?" I asked him.

  "Wait there. Stall the security guards and don't let Ford leave. I'm on my way, darling. We're all on the way to help."

  The knock on the bathroom door made me jump a foot in the air. My phone clattered into the sink, and I fished it out.

  "Clarity? I don't think we can stall much longer. I thought you were ready?" Ford asked.

  "Nope, not quite. In fact, I might take a shower," I said.

  Ford rattled the door knob. "Unlock the door, Clarity. This isn't necessary. I'm ready to take my lumps. It'll be fine; you'll see. Journalists shouldn't have anything to fear from the authorities. I know my rights."

  I unlocked the door and yanked it open. "Well, I'm sorry, we didn't quite get to that lesson in class before all this happened."

  Ford smiled and leaned on the door frame. "I think it's already been established that I'm not the best professor."

  I crossed my arms tight. "What am I supposed to do while you're being dragged off by security?"

  He stood up and took my hand. "First, I think you should come out here and tell them about your fears. If you are afraid to set foot on campus, that is more their business than escorting me to the police station."

  I pulled my hand back and refused to leave the bathroom. "I can't believe it. You're having fun with all of this! Maybe the president was right; maybe you somehow brainwashed me."

  Ford arched a dark eyebrow. Deep in his stormy-gray eyes was a blue sparkle. "You're mad because I'm happy?"

  "Yes! How can you be happy with this insane mess? I don't want you to be sued for libel. It's not funny," I snapped.

  Ford cornered me against the bathroom sink and smoothed his hands over my hair. I put my hands on his chest to push him away but found comfort in the solid warmth of him. He sighed happily as I rubbed my hands over his chest and brought them up to circle around his neck.

  "You want to know why I'm acting this way?" Ford asked.

  "Yes, I think you're entirely too happy for a man about to be dragged out of his apartment by security," I said.

  He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine. His mouth returned to deepen the kiss, and suddenly the whole world was far away. "This," he whispered. "This is why I'm happy. The rest is just incidental. This is the only thing that really matters to me."

  Ford punctuated his words with a deeper, hungry kiss that left me loose and blissful.

  A rough, impatient throat-clearing interrupted us from just outside the bedroom door. Ford chuckled and sighed, but I felt a flare of bright anger.

  I shoved past Ford and marched to the door. The head of campus security stepped back as I stepped up to him and poked him in the chest. "You know this is wrong, and you should be disgusted. Since when is it your job to go off campus to deal with faculty issues?"

  "Ms. Dunkirk—"

  "No, you listen to me," I snapped. "It goes completely against your job description to leave the campus at such a volatile time."

  "Volatile?" his voice was gruff.

  I brushed past him and went to the computer. Social media was plastered with photographs and videos of students organizing to protest. It looked like very few Landsman students were actually in class. My heart leapt with pride, but I kept my face stony as I showed the head of security.

  "Doesn't it fall to you to make sure situations like this do not get out of control? Don't you think that's more important than this little errand for the president?" I asked.

  Ford sauntered out of the bedroom and joined us at the computer desk. "How about we go now and let these nice gentlemen get back to campus? Maybe you can go with them and help them find out who is threatening you."

  "Someone threatened you?" the head of security asked.

  "Yes," I snapped. "You really haven't been listening to us at all, have you?"

  The poor man rubbed the back of his neck and considered his options. He was clearly in the wrong place at the wrong time. The computer loaded new images of a restless student population, and a bead of sweat broke out on his forehead.

  "Now this looks like a party," Jackson called from the doorway.

  Ford laughed and went over to shake hands with his friend. "Please tell me you aren't skipping class. I wouldn't want your truancy added to my long list of infractions," Ford said.

  "Class? It's kind of hard to have class when all the students are on the lawns getting ready to protest. Seems like security is... oh, wait, looks like security is right here," Jackson eyed the guards.

  "Actually, they're just leaving." Alice marched into the middle of the room and, despite her small stature, captured everyone's attention.

  Jackson wiped the smile from his face, and the security guards followed suit. They stepped back and gave her the floor… All but the beleaguered
head of security, who rubbed his neck again and scowled at Alice. "And who's this now?"

  Alice had to crane her neck to meet the tall security guard's gaze, but it didn't diminish her command of the situation one bit. "I am Ford Bauer's defense attorney. And here is a written agreement from the judge that will be reviewing this case outside of court. The judge also kindly reminded the police that they do not have enough to charge Ford, so they cannot hold him. I am currently working with them to schedule a deposition. Until then, your presence is not required. In fact, your presence has very strange implications, don't you agree?"

  Ford laughed. "Clarity pointed that out to them early."

  "She's right," Alice snapped. She marched to the door and held it open. The security guards filed out, and she slammed it behind them.

  Ford slipped an arm around my waist. "Clarity's more than that," he admitted.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ford

  I listened carefully the stranger presiding over the court. He was younger, affecting a sterner face than was necessary, and he was acutely aware that everyone was watching how he worked. My attention, however, was caught by Clarity.

  She sat in the first row and tapped her foot impatiently. No signs of any other stress besides boredom showed in her face. I knew the signs, I'd seen them sometimes in class. Clarity was done with this and ready to move on.

  Nothing, not even what the judge was about to say, could make me any happier than that.

  "Mr. Bauer, are you listening?"

  "Yes, your honor. I am guilty as charged," I said.

  The makeshift court snickered, but the interim dean of students silenced them with a glance. "We don't normally associate guilt with good aspects, though I was explaining to the students your reputation for pursuing the truth no matter the professional or personal consequences," he said.

  Clarity smiled, and I knew the small curve of her lips was just for me. At that moment, I would have walked through fire for her, but all I needed to do was face the Honor Council and hear the verdict.