Free With the Headmaster's Approval by Jan Hurst-Nicholson Page A

finding its goal. Trapped in his powerful arms she continued her tirade of abuse, firing accusations at him like a spitting cat, “How dare you block my phone calls. And don’t think you can renege on buying the yacht. You can’t just brush me off.”
    “Danielle. Stop it. This isn’t the place.”
    “Where is the place? You’ve been avoiding me. Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily. It’s time everyone knows what an arrogant lying two-timing bastard you are. You’ll be sorry. ” Her shrill voice was carrying down the passage for anyone to hear. In an attempt to silence her he covered her mouth with his own.
    The effect of his kiss was immediate, as if she’d been injected with a tranquilliser. She ceased struggling and moulded her body to his, pressing against him. He relaxed his grip and her hands broke free and snaked round his neck, her fingers raking through his hair. She gave little moans of pleasure, grinding her body into his, oblivious of the staff watching in appalled and embarrassed silence. Maybe she likes an audience, thought Lisa, who wouldn’t put anything past Danielle Du Bois. Adam’s hands were on her shoulders, trying to ease her away, but she held on with a limpet-like grip until he was finally able to unwind her hands from around his neck and whisper something in her ear and her hands slid reluctantly down his back.
    Taking a firm grip on her arm he propelled her towards the door. Turning, he gave them a grim smile, “Excuse us, ladies.”
    Lisa heard the door to the First Aid room open and close. There was a bed in there. Surely Adam wouldn’t be that indiscreet?
    No one spoke for a moment, and then Barbara Crook’s voice broke the silence. “Well, that was a turn on.”
    Scandalised faces turned in her direction.
    “What? Isn’t there a bit of a voyeur in all of us? Have you never heard of dogging?”
    “No. What’s dogging?” asked Kate O’Brien.
    “You teach sex education and you don’t know what dogging is? It’s people having sex in -.”
    But she was cut off by Eleanor Stannard. “I don’t think we need to know any further details, thank you very much, Miss Crook.”
    Lisa had to admit it had been a bit of a turn-on, like watching a love scene in a film, but far more intimate. She felt sure she wasn’t alone in trying to suppress the mental image of what was going on in the adjoining room.
    And then Jenna was sneering, “So much for your ‘he’s still in love with his late wife’. It’s obvious he’s not been celibate for quite some time.”
    “That’s not fair, Jenna. He’s still young and good looking, you can’t expect him to be celibate, but I don’t think he’s ready yet for a committed relationship.”
    “Sex without commitment. Typical male.”
    “That’s quite enough discussion on this subject,” said Eleanor Stannard.
    Eleanor is right, thought Lisa. They shouldn’t be discussing Adam like this, it was disloyal. “Is the tea still hot?” she said, heading for the kitchen.
    It wasn’t long before Danielle’s heels were clip-clopping along the corridor and Adam was standing in the doorway finger-combing his hair. Whatever he’d said - or done, it had obviously worked as Danielle was hovering behind him like a purring cat. “I trust this unpleasant little incident will go no further than this room,” he said, looking round at them with a tight smile.
    There were murmurs of agreement, but Lisa wasn’t sure she could keep it from Neil as she watched Adam guide Danielle hurriedly out towards the car park.

CHAPTE R NINE
     
     
    Adam continued with occasional lunches with Don Shaw and the staff of the boys’ school, much to the disappointment of some of the girls who fought to serve ‘Sir’ his lunch.  He treated their waitressing with all the seriousness he would give to a real waitress, questioning them on their knowledge of the menu and giving them his full attention, so for that brief time they felt they’d been singled out