Absinthe

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.