Heat in the Air
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Air is weightless, but the depth of Camille’s growing feelings for Tylor is a heavy burden until a chance meeting in a bar culminates in an irrevocable explosion of passion.
Tylor, a wind nymph and Camille’s boss, was hesitant about beginning an affair when both their jobs could be forfeit, but her hunger for the only one to stir arousal in her this strong in a century is too strong to fight. Now that they’ve begun, there’s no turning back. Their jobs aren’t the only losses they might face as an old enemy sets his sights on Camille.
With so much at stake will the heat in the air burn them alive or will they outwit the deadly danger bent on destruction?
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Heat in the Air - Serenity Snow
Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords
www.evernightpublishing.com
Copyright© 2017 Serenity Snow
ISBN: 978-1-77339-440-4
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: CA Clauson
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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
HEAT IN THE AIR
Windswept, 2
Serenity Snow
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Camille Bay stood behind her desk, body vibrating with barely suppressed anger. The headmistress stood mere inches away. Her face was a mask and her lean body clad in a black Berber suit paired with emerald green blouse and a little bowtie with fine blue and yellow checks. Her curly ebony hair seemed to ripple around her face, just reaching jaw length, giving Tylor Storme a sultry look that all but made Camille wet and tingly all over.
And for a moment Camille was back in time on a stone veranda with lush green lawn sprawled out before her. But her eyes were trained on the beauty standing in front of her. Long blue-black hair rippled around the other woman’s face and her gray eyes held a hint of mirth that made her heart beat faster.
"I’m glad you could come, Carina, Nina said.
I’ve missed you so much."
"And I you, mi amada, she murmured.
The Inquisitor has been attempting to build a case against you, but I’ve attempted to stop him at every turn. However, it won’t last long."
Nina frowned as the words cut her like a blade. The High Inquisitor had been her husband’s closest friend, but he’d crossed a line one cold night not too long ago. He’d asked to have her in his bed and she’d refused him which had sparked a wrath that had seen her husband dead.
"He wants me, too," Nina told her.
"I know," Carina said and her eyes darkened to storm gray.
"He’ll stop at nothing to have me in his bed," she said angrily.
"And he will die, she said softly and closed the distance between them.
I will never allow him or any other man to put their hands on you. I will always protect you."
Camille snapped back to the present, breathing a little fast and shallow.
The dreams were so real and filled with so much passion Camille ached to find a woman like Carina, but they’d never invaded her waking state until now.
Camille, are you okay?
She blinked and Tylor’s concerned stare came into sharp focus. There was a strong air about her, a powerful and sensual vibe that was more than mere confidence and sex appeal. Her skin was just brown enough to make one question her ethnicity, along with intriguing gray eyes with silver flecks that had a slight tilt at the corners.
Everything about Tylor drew her, making her want Tylor with every breath she took, and that always left her disconcerted.
Just leave me alone, Tylor,
Camille muttered, rage coursing through her. She looked quickly away, to avoid getting lost in Tylor’s beautiful eyes.
The meeting with the board had been a frigid slap. All she’d wanted to do was get up and go running from the conference room at cheetah speed and not look back.
Camille, I did my best for you,
Tylor told her evenly. I kept you from losing your job, and I kept this from turning into a media circus.
Not without my help,
Camille snarled, but Tylor’s gray eyes were a sea of calm despite the turbulence tearing at Camille and that only aggravated her more. She clenched her fists against the pithy retort on the tip of her tongue and stalked across the room to stare out of the window that overlooked the school’s lush grounds.
The family wanted to file charges against you,
Tylor told her coolly. But I made them understand just how embarrassing this mix-up would be for their daughter. I know you counseled the girl to talk to a professional about her feelings. I told them that.
Camille wasn’t surprised. The headmistress had no problems standing up for her students or her staff, but this wasn’t a simple issue. The delicate nature ensured that if handled incorrectly, this could ruin both their careers.
She turned to face Tylor, again finding her stare enigmatic and it tore at her. She wanted—no she needed Tylor to be outraged for her, but there was no reason why she should be. They weren’t lovers and no matter how interested Camille was, Tylor had given her no indication she was even interested in lunch with her let alone a romantic interlude.
The board couldn’t care less about me or even that girl,
Camille muttered, hands shaking. The bracelet on her wrist sent a light breeze down her arm to curl around her wrist.
She was an air witch, and her power always rose a little when she was angry but in the three months it had become a little erratic.
A-all they were concerned about was some homophobic snob refusing to accept that her kid is gay.
A light breeze moved around her, spraying the air lightly with moisture, and she gritted her teeth at the loss of control.
Tylor sighed deeply, the expression on her face patient, but for a second her eyes seemed darker, and shot through with lightning.
Camille blinked, knowing her mind had to just be playing tricks on her, but a soft cool wind caressed her skin causing her to shiver.
She rubbed her arm, the flesh pimpled, the short sleeves of her thin blouse little protection against the sudden chill.
You know the board is basically conservative,
Tylor murmured and her voice was as soothing as a soft breeze on a summer day. They believe sexuality is black and white."
Meaning if I were gay they’d fire me in a heartbeat,
she muttered in disgust. However, in this moment with Tylor’s eyes on her face making her skin warm, she hoped Tylor would tell her she was wrong. Then, she’d take the risk of asking Tylor out.
More than likely,
Tylor admitted quietly. Your program was a leap of faith and most of them are still skeptical about it.
Camille glared at Tylor, and her power slipped the leash a little more.
I didn’t invent the program, you did.
She jabbed an accusatory finger at the headmistress who cocked a brow at her. I didn’t beg for a job. You sought me out. If they were that afraid of these kids becoming truly self-actualized adults, why bother?
Thorne Academy was a prestigious, yet little known, private school for the deaf and the blind. She’d applied here because she’d been looking for a change of place and a change in her life. She’d thought the challenge would be good for her and give her a chance to flex some of her more flaccid educational muscles.
Tylor’s lips quirked up and humor lit her eyes for a moment. I still have some of the same dreams of changing the world through education that you do, Camille, and I don’t mind fighting for them, that’s why you’re still here.
The letters weren’t even written to me,
she muttered. They were meant for her classmate, Camille Chase.
Tylor sighed. That will never matter. Now, stop snarling at me like I got you into this mess, and heed my advice this time. Don’t be alone with Caroline McMahon again.
Why don’t I just quit!
Right now, she felt like doing just that, although it was the last thing she really wanted to do.
Do what the hell you want,
Tylor advised nonchalantly. But you’re a good teacher, and I knew from your record you’d make a difference, that’s why I suggested you for the assistant headmistress post for next term.
Camille stared at her, her mouth dropping open as excitement made her heart pump faster. She shut it quickly, clenching her fists on the hope taking wing in her. She’d worked hard for just this kind of chance, but she wasn’t going to get it now.
She swallowed tightly as she moved to her desk where Tylor perched. Her gaze locked on her lean thigh for a moment and the soft scent of her perfume floated to Camille. Being near Tylor was always like breathing in air after a spring storm. Fresh with a hint of floral essence.
She looked up into Tylor’s eyes, and her mouth dried out while her stomach muscles pulled taut.
Great time to tell me,
she muttered breathlessly as she opened her laptop.
The board wasn’t against you,
Tylor told her in a low intimate tone that made Camille’s skin heat from the inside out. In fact, they voted to give you the shot.
But now?
Her hands were almost shaking, and she knew the answer to her own question.
She’d gone through this two years ago when she’d been on a fast track for a promotion at a private school. A boy from a wealthy family had developed a crush on her. He’d pursued her with relentlessness even after she’d reported him to the administration and talked with his parents.
Now, we’ll have to see,
Tylor admitted with a shrug as she spread her hands wide. It’s not out of reach. Once this all dies down…
She snorted. Then I’ll be waiting forever,
Camille said, regret a heavy pain in her chest. I’ll never get a chance and you know it. They’ll look at what happened in New York, and it’ll be all over.
No, it won’t,
Tylor said and pushed to her feet. The board is conservative not stupid. They know about New York, and this isn’t the same. So, don’t write this off if you want a future here. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Camille grimaced, shaking her head at Tylor’s retreating back, but her muscles immediately began to relax once the door closed behind the headmistress. It wasn’t the same, but it made her look bad.
She exhaled roughly and turned to the blackboard and began copying assignments for tomorrow’s junior class.
This too would pass. All she had to do was play by the rules and the board members would realize she was more of an asset than a liability.
Hey, you still here?
a masculine voice quizzed. I’m surprised you didn’t just quit and storm out.
Her power rose again, air trying to break free and suffocate the other teacher. He was human, but something about him had always rubbed Camille the wrong way.
However, as she slowly faced Trent Cummings, she choked off her power. Trent was a six-foot-one inch tall, barely tanned man with golden eyes and thin lips. He had a boy-next-door look about him that had the female students and teachers swooning. He was a good history teacher and very good with the kids.
Why would I quit? I’m not guilty of anything.
Yeah, but we all know that’s not how it looks.
He moved into her classroom and perched on the edge of the side of her desk. You never talk about your lovers or accept dates.
She rolled her eyes at the edge of anger in his tone. And that makes me guilty of what?
Camille demanded icily. Not wanting my business all around the school?
She gave him a chiding look. I’m an adult, Trent, not a school girl gossiping about her conquests.
We’re all educated, good men. What’s wrong with having dinner with one of us? Or even sitting down at the lunch table with us? You act like we’re not good enough for you or something.
She crossed her arms over her chest, holding his glare with one of her own. Is that why you came here? Come to tell me if I had sex with you I’d be more believable?
She wasn’t going to compromise who she was for him or any man.
That’s not what I’m saying, Camille,
he said in a hard tone.
No? Sounds like to me you’re saying I should just drop my panties like a common tramp, and let you gang bang me for credibility’s sake.
She leaned toward him, ice pumping through her veins. Her magick rose in her with her flaring temper. Not going to happen.
He swallowed tightly and his gaze wandered down her face to her breasts and then to rest on her exposed arms.
Forget about the others,
he muttered and met her gaze again. His eyes held a new light that confused her. It wouldn’t hurt you to go out with me. I’ve never treated you with anything other than respect.
Her arms slid down to her sides. Until now,
she said softly.
Camille—
She turned her back to him, and he broke off.
Please leave my classroom.
Fine,
he muttered. But you know the board just might start thinking—
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