04 - Born to be Wilde.txt (9 page)

"Call me Daniel, please." He rounded his desk and pushed aside papers and textbooks on it in search of something. "I have to say, if all my parents had your same positive attitude and showed more interest in their kids' academic achievements, my job would be so much easier and far more enjoyable."

She shook her head, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I can't even imagine how difficult it must be to teach a classroom of hormonal, moody, and temperamental teenagers." Considering she could barely handle Cassie's mood swings, the thought made her shudder.

He glanced up at her and chuckled, a warm, deep sound that did funny things to her insides. "It's definitely a challenge. If I didn't love math so much I would have quit my first year, which was pure hell, and followed in my brother's and father's footsteps and joined the family medical practice. Except I'm not that great when it comes to blood and guts, and stitches and shots make me queasy." He pressed a hand to his stomach and grimaced.

This time, she laughed, because it wasn't often that a man admitted to such a weakness. "Well, if you do ever quit, you can always come to work for me as a bartender at The Electric Blue."

He lifted an inquiring brow, bringing her attention to the amusement glimmering in the depths of his eyes. "Don't the workers dance on the counters and tabletops there?"

"Yeah, they do." She bit the inside of her cheek, unable to imagine a reserved guy like Daniel shaking it for the crowd. She was guessing he came from a blue-blooded type of family who preferred the exclusivity of a posh, upscale country club over a loud, rowdy bar. "It's part of the job description. You've got to be willing to be a little uninhibited."

"Ahhh, it's a tempting offer, but I'm much more comfortable holding a calculator and textbook than juggling bottles of beer and liquor, not to mention the whole dancing thing," he said, and picked up a file folder he found beneath a pile of papers. "I'm an analytical, problem-solving kind of guy, and the whole bump-and-grind scenario just isn't my thing. At least not in public, anyway." Grinning, he winked at her, then started for a small table and chairs set up in the corner of the room.

She stared after him for a moment before following, uncertain whether she was more shocked at his sense of humor, or the fact that he'd just openly flirted with her.

She sat down in the chair across from him and put her purse on the table, recalling Lora's comment about the possibility of Daniel being interested in her. Okay, so maybe he was attracted to her, especially if she took into account the way his gaze had briefly dropped to her full breasts, clearly outlined in her snug blue sweater, before he averted his eyes to the papers in the file he'd brought with him.

His reaction and quick glance at her chest certainly didn't surprise her. She was used to the blatant stares, the bold and unabashed ogling. With men, it always came down to her physical appearance, and the fact that she had a body built for down-and-dirty sex. And Daniel, being a man, was no different, except for the fact that he was more subtle about checking out her curves than most.

Too bad for him, he truly wasn't her type at all, because she was certain he'd be a fun, temporary romp to end her own dry spell. However, he'd revealed just enough about himself in the past ten minutes since her arrival for her to know that their lifestyles were as different as night and day. A nice, conservative teacher and a wild, anything-goes bar owner just didn't mix, in her opinion.

"About Cassie," he said, getting back to the reason why she was there. "I wanted to show you her work over the past month and a half of school, from the first week in September to this week's review test." He laid out a series of papers for her to look at and compare. "Here, as you can see, she started out the school year with a good grasp of what she was learning. But in the past three and a half weeks, her test scores have dropped substantially. From high As to mid Cs."

As Sydney took in her daughter's decreasing grades, she felt her stomach drop. The decline was startling, and disconcerting, especially since Cassie had always done very well in her math classes.

Daniel's gaze met hers, a troubled frown creasing his brows. "What's odd is that Cassie's homework is perfect, and she rarely has anything more than one or two problems wrong. So, to see her doing so poorly on the review tests, which are taken directly off of the homework I give them, really concerns me."

"It concerns me, too," she said on a rush of breath.

He gave her an understanding nod. "Another thing I noticed is that she's changed answers on her tests and ended up getting the problem wrong, when it was correct to begin with." He pointed out a few of those instances on the papers in front of her. "Something isn't quite right, but I can't put my finger on it. I know Cassie's grades and what she's capable of doing from last year, and this just isn't a normal pattern for her."

"Maybe she's confused about how to do the problem," she said, and wondered if she sounded like she was grasping at straws for an answer. Because if Cassie was able to ace her homework, it didn't make sense that her test scores would be so low.

"Could be," he replied, not discounting her theory. Leaning back in his chair, he tipped his head and regarded her thoughtfully. "You're a single parent, right?"

She stiffened, her defenses instantly rising. Shit. She hated, hated, this line of questioning—and Daniel certainly wasn't the first person to scrutinize her ability as a single parent. "Yes." She couldn't keep the irritable bite from her tone.

He didn't seem to notice her annoyance. "And Cassie's father?"

Her teeth clenched before she replied. "He isn't a part of her life." Tim Carson never had been, and never would be a father figure to her daughter. Especially considering he'd never acknowledged his child's existence, which was more than fine with Sydney.

"Okay," Daniel said, much too calmly, and with too much consideration, for Sydney's liking.

She could only imagine that he was judging her, just as so many before him had, and her irritation spiked. She leaned forward in her chair and braced her forearms on the tabletop, her entire demeanor taking on an aggressive, I'm-not-about-to-take-your-shit stance. "Look, I don't know what kind of information you're digging for, but what do any of Cassie's problems with math have to do with me being a single parent?"

Judging by the barely perceptible smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, it appeared the man actually had the audacity to find her indignation humorous. It was also obvious that he wasn't at all threatened by her confrontational attitude.

"Sydney, I didn't mean to imply anything by the question, and I'm sorry if I offended you in any way," he said, his voice genuinely sincere. "I'm just trying to get a better feel for Cassie's home life. Is something going on with her that might be distracting her from school and testing? Anything in her normal routine that has changed lately?"

Choosing to believe that Daniel was truly interested in her daughter's welfare and hadn't meant to insult her, she gave his question serious thought. Sydney knew all the good friends that Cassie hung out with, along with their parents, and though the girls had normal teenage issues that they occasionally dealt with, everything was fine for the time being. She regularly checked her daughter's e-mails and text messages to make sure Cassie wasn't doing something she wasn't supposed to, and she stayed on top of her extracurricular activities and her whereabouts. So, other than a regular fifteen-year-old attitude that came with frequent mood swings, there wasn't anything abnormal or troubling about her daughter's behavior.

Sydney shook her head. "I honestly can't think of anything that has changed or is out of the ordinary for Cass."

"Then it's possible that this is just a bump in the road, so to speak, and we'll just have to get things back on track again."

"What do you recommend I do?" she asked, unwilling to walk out of his classroom without some kind of proactive plan in place for her daughter. "I can get her a private tutor, if you think that's necessary."

"No, not yet I don't." He picked up the papers and slipped them back into Cassie's file. "At this point, I wanted to make sure you were aware of the problem. So, before I recommend you hiring a tutor, I'd first like to try and work through this with Cassie myself."

"Okay." She was fine with that. Despite running her own business, anything beyond basic math was out of her realm of comprehension, and that included algebra. She wouldn't be much help to Cassie at all.

"I tutor my own students on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons," he went on, meeting her gaze from across the table. "I'd like to have Cassie come in on those days so I can work with her one-on-one, which most of my students don't get during class time because we only have an hour to review the day's work. By working directly with her, I can get a solid idea of how she's doing and make a better evaluation of the situation. I can find out if she's truly struggling in the class, or if something else is going on that needs to be addressed."

Of course, Sydney's mind conjured up all kinds of worst-case scenarios. Like drugs. Depression. Hooking up with a horny boy who said all the right things to flatter a girl, but only wanted one thing from her: sex.

Panic made Sydney's heart race. She'd like to think that as Cassie's mother she would be aware of, or at least notice, such extreme activities, but she was far from being that stupid or naive.

"What else would be going on?" she asked.

"Hopefully, nothing too serious or dramatic." He must have seen the stricken look on her face, because his own expression softened with understanding. "Look, I know Cassie well enough to know she's a good kid. But, she's a teenager, and she's at the age where there's a lot of peer pressure and outside distractions that can interfere with schoolwork. Unfortunately, I see it happen all the time."

Sydney's stomach clenched. "Well, I'll definitely be having a talk with Cassie when I get home today and see if I can find out what's going on."

"That would be good," he said, encouraging her with an easy smile. "But don't push too hard for answers, or go searching for trouble where there is none. It could be as simple as her needing extra help in math."

That said, he stood and walked back to a tall filing cabinet, where he put away Cassie's academic folder. While she accepted his input, she'd like to think she could handle her own child, without any extra advice from him. After all, she knew Cassie and her personality best.

Figuring their parent-teacher conference was over, she stood, too, and stopped in front of his desk before leaving. "I appreciate you staying on top of Cassie."

He turned back around. "It's not a problem. It's my job to make sure each student does their absolute best in my class." He came around to where she was still standing, and tipped his head, regarding her curiously. "By the way… can I ask you a personal question? It's something I've wondered since the first time I met you last year."

"Uh, sure," she said with a carefree shrug, though after his inquiry about Cassie's father, she couldn't help but feel cautious about what was currently on his mind.

His warm gaze traveled over her face, taking in her features, then lingered on her lips a few extra seconds before he raised his brown eyes back to hers. "How old are you?"

Another question she absolutely hated. Especially when she knew it related to being Cassie's mother. "Why does it matter?"

He shook his head and laughed. "Are you always so defensive about everything?"

"Are you always so nosy about people's personal life?" she shot right back.

"No, not normally," he said with a sexy grin that told her that he was purely interested in just her personal life, which completely unnerved her. "Most of my kids' parents are in their mid-thirties to forties. You, on the other hand, look young enough to be Cassie's sister, not her mother."

The man had a way of throwing her off balance, with his direct questions, the too-charming way he had of dealing with her brash replies and personality, and the undeniable interest in his gaze that struck a spark of restless excitement deep inside her belly.

Jee-sus. She was starting to lust after a buttoned-up, conservative teacher. Un-freakin'-belivable.

"I'm twenty-nine," she said, not at all surprised at the disbelief she saw pass across his expression when he made the quick mental calculations that told him how young she'd been when Cassie had been born.

She was certain her announcement had just put a huge damper on his interest, just as she'd intended. She'd come across a few nice guys like Daniel Barnett over the years, and her past indiscretion resulting in a child born out of wedlock when she was only fourteen never failed to make them back off, and fast. At least when it came to anything more than a brief affair. Which proved that when it came to polished, educated men, she was the type of woman they slept with, but didn't take home to meet Mom and Dad.

"I guess I was right, wasn't I?" he said, a good dose of humor chasing away his initial shock. "You are young enough to be Cassie's sister."

She rolled her eyes at his flattery. "You should have been a politician instead of a teacher."

"That definitely would have made my parents happier," he said meaningfully, but his grin never wavered.

His comment again told her too much about his family and his way of life. She adjusted the strap of her purse over her shoulder and decided it was time for her to leave. "I should be going."