The name on the screen was "Absinthe."
But I knew her as the sultry voice blowing up my phone for late-night
chats about Proust and Hemingway interspersed between the filthiest
little...mutually satisfying exchanges...I'd ever experienced in my
life. We'd never met. Until the day she walked into my office, her
cherry lips wrapped around a candy apple sucker and an all too familiar
voice that said, "You wanted to see me, Principal Hawthorne?"
Author's note: This full-length romance is a complete standalone and
contains subject matter that may trigger sensitive listeners. All
characters are adults, and all interactions are consensual.