Fated to My Alpha Boss
It was the music teacher from our last visit.
He had a pleasant, kind smile and brown, and long hair that fell into his eyes. He stopped quickly when he saw Charles and shyly offered his hand and a submissive but strong tilt to expose his neck.
"I'm Todd," he said, shaking Charles' hand. "I think I know who you are."
"Charles Rafe," Charles said, smiling and firmly shaking Todd's hand. He practically towered over the other man.
"Todd is one of our angels," Ms. Beale said to Charles. "Volunteers to give the kids music time every week."