I open my eyes slowly, the evening sun streaming through the cabins window. I crawl out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb Mr Sinclair. I go to the bathroom. I'm in dying need.
When I'm finished I wash my hands and walk back to the bed. I shake Mr Sinclair on the shoulder. His eyes open. His arms snake out and he yanks me towards him. Planting a light kiss on my lips.
'Will you come over tonight? Please baby' I chuckle at his antics.
'Why should I? I ask back teasingly.
'I want to fuck you then make love to you'
'I'll think about it' I giggle, pecking Mr Sinclair's lips.
'If you don't get up we're going to miss dinner' I say raising my brows.
'I could just have you for dinner' Mr Sinclair says while getting up. We start getting dressed. When we're ready I pull him down to kiss me. I run butterfly kisses along his jaw, up to his ear.
'I was hoping you could have me for desert sir' I say in the most sultry manner I can muster.
I pull away and run out the cabin giggling.
I run along the path and up to the mess hall. I grab a plate and pile on some pasta and grab 2 sticky honey chicken wings.
Mr Sinclair walks in and grabs a plate. He comes over to me then piles on sticky honey chicken wings and pasta on his plate too.
'Have a dinner date with me' he says quietly. I turn my head to look at him. He looks serious.
'Where and when sir?' I ask which makes him chuckle lightly. He grabs my plate from my hand
'Here, now Abby' he turns and walk away. My jaw has dropped Im gawking.
'Come along Abby' he calls over his shoulder.
I follow behind until we get to a clean table sitting by the glass windows. Mr Sinclair puts down both of our plates on the table then sits down. I sit down and join him.
We eat in comfortable silence. It's sweet.
I know we can't be open about our feelings in public right now but having this dinner together in front of everyone here is his way of having a dinner date. It's like his subtly showing me off.
'Well well, you two look cosy' Mr lye says walking over. I don't look up. Mr Sinclair clears his throat
'Is everything okay Mr lye?' He asks
'All is well but abby over here? He asks back, raising his eyebrows, looking back and forth between us. He then chuckles and asks merrily
'Are you two on a date?' Mr Sinclair scoffs
'Mr lye don't be absurd, Abby's my student P.A, we're having a dinner meeting' he takes a sip of his drink before he carries on.
'I believe you should head to bed Mr lye, you've clearly had to much to drink'
'Guess you're right' he chuckles then walks away chuckling.
'Eat up Abby, you can help me with lights out, Mr lye is not in a fit enough state to do this evenings rounds' he chuckles.
The tannoy goes off stating the mess hall is now closed.
I finish my dinner in a few minutes. His been finished for a while, waiting. I wipe my hands and dab at my mouth then get up to leave. Mr Sinclair gets up stars walking gesturing with his fingers I follow him. I do.
We walk down the path about a metre apart from each other in comfortable silence. When we get to the cross path Miss Sin shouts over
'Abby hurry up, it's time for lights out!' I look at her completely dumbfounded. How exactly do I get out of this?!.
'Miss sin carry on without Abby, she's my student P.A, I need to borrow her'
'But.. but' she stutters.
'I'll ensure she gets to bed as soon as we're finished' Mr Sinclair shouts back.
'Let's go Abby, we don't want to be here all night do we?' He asks with a wink then starts walking again. I follow along.
We walk through the girls cabin area, walking around the bend we arrive in the boys cabin area. Mr Sinclair goes off to check the communal toilets and showers are empty before coming back. It's actually gotten pretty chilly out here. My skin starts to pebble with goosebumps and I can't help when my teeth start to chatter.
Mr Sinclair strolls over. He can see I'm shivering. He takes off his jumper and pulls it over my head and pulls it down over my body. It's soft and warm from his body heat.
'Thanks sir' I mumble.
'Anything for you love' he whispers.
'Now cover your ears' he says. Pulling out a whistle and blowing three times.
I watch intently. Nothing happens before I see doors swinging open and the boys are piling out.
'Listen up, it's time for lights out, I expect you to get into bed. To SLEEP! If I catch anyone out of bed I'll be handing out a week's detention!' He shouts, a few murmur.
'is that clear?' He bellows.
'Yes sir' is shouted by the boys.
We watch everyone file into their cabins. We wait for all the lights to switch off in comfortable silence.
When all the cabins are dark Mr Sinclair grabs my hips and lifts me up bridal style. I let out a low squeal. Mr Sinclair swiftly carries me all the way to his cabin.