Welcoming Coach Watts

Oh, that was him alright. That young, sexy man standing mere feet from you, for the first time since that night a few years back when Honey had swooped in and stolen away your chance…

"I had a little trouble finding your office," he interrupts your train of thoughts with an apologetic smile.

"Not to worry, everyone does the first time,” you shrug off his excuse with a smile and a wave of the hand, stepping aside to make room for him to enter your office, “Come in Mr. Watts."

Watching the former ballplayer drag his bags with him, with a small smile of appreciation of what you see on your lips and holding your breath for the briefest of moments. Before some voice in the back of your head reminds you of your position as headmistress, and how stealing glances at a subordinate is wholly unbecoming.

"You can leave that at the door,” you indicate to him as you step back inside your office indicating to one of the two armchairs with a “- have a seat," as you sit down in the other.

"Very pleased to meet you Ms. Naylor, and very pleased to be here," Brian says as he takes his place next to you, his smile perfectly infectious as for a glancing moment finds yourself back at that postgame bar, standing before the player of the day.

"And we're glad to have you," you snap yourself out of it, telling yourself that he’s Mr. Watts here, and you’re Ms. Naylor and in full control. And so, you start with a similar speech as for the first couple of new hires, "Well let's not waste time. The students will arrive tomorrow, although a few of them are already here. Monday there will be orientation meetings for students, sorted by grade. Here is the schedule. Classes begin on Tuesday. Here is your classroom, and schedule of classes. You will be housed in Faculty cottage 4. Here is the key. You will share it with another Faculty member. A man of course. Here is a map of the campus grounds. Do you have a vehicle?" you manage to get through, handing out the keys and papers as you went along, cutting your pauses off very quickly as that stupid sexy young man listened and smiled.

“No ma’am” he politely shakes his head.

"In private, we can be Diane and Brian," you let slip with an almost flirtatious smile, before snapping back into your headmistress role and continuing, "- anyway, should you acquire one, there is a parking stall at your cottage. Any questions so far?"

"It all seems straightforward so far," he shakes his head for you to continue.

"There will be a staff meeting tomorrow evening in the Faculty lounge at seven o'clock. It will be an opportunity for you to meet your new colleagues," you finish up, pausing and looking at the coach.

“Yes Ma’am,” he signals his understanding with a smile and a nod.

You sit back slightly, just observing the young man who makes you all giddy like a damn teenager for a brief moment as you consider the tone of this latest meeting of the new staff. You where perfectly aware of your demeanor having been very different towards the new coach then to the previous two teachers, the lack of professionalism now heard in a nagging voice in the back of your head.

Now that was all on you obviously, you are quick to tell yourself. Immediately becoming aware of the hypocrisy in that thought, as you’ve been a little less than professional towards the other two, just with a more hostile attitude. These thoughts flash through your mind in that brief moment before you settle yourself with a deep breath and explain the situation regarding the new teachers as seen from behind your desk to Brian.

"Brian, I must tell you that I am not in agreement with the decision to bring men into the faculty,” you let him know in no uncertain terms, “The board of regents may believe that male teachers will have a positive influence, but I disagree. I suspect the presence of men will lead to some unhealthy and inappropriate behavior among the more willful students."

“I see,” he halfway nod as you pause.

"Do you?” you snap with a scoff, “I hope you do. I trust that you can behave in an appropriate manner even if some of the girls cannot," you sigh, carefully eying him in the chair next to you, "You are a very handsome man, and I have no doubt that some of the girls will be quite forward with you. They come from privileged families and some of them regard themselves as beyond correction. Some of them, I must say, are very attractive young women. I trust that you can keep them distant," you can’t keep a sly little smile from your lips as you state this, re-crossing your legs.

"I came here to teach, Ms. Naylor,” he lets you know in a sincere tone, “- that's all I came to do."

With that you’ve reached the end of the meeting, having gotten Brian settled and explain what need be explained for now, and judging by his polite behavior he hasn’t made any connection to your previous brief encounter. Watching that gorgeous young man sitting there, smile on his lips, you consider if you should broach the subject or if that would be stepping into too personal of a matter…