You must imagine the conflicting feelings flooding Beau's head the moment he saw you sat at the desk for the parent-teacher conference. It was one thing, considering Emily was so reluctant on letting him come as opposed to Carla but she'd let him. So he promised not to embarrass his girl all that much. However he never, not in his wildest dream, thought he'd hooked up with his daughter's teacher at one point.

Just hearing your voice again, so sweet, had him in a tizzy. All thoughts of being his usual, Southern gentleman self were threatening to leave his body in favour of being the tease you knew him as during that wonderful night. Damn it, he needed to control himself, so, he cleared his throat and walked into the room after having adjusted himself.

He was a goner the moment the recognition flickered in your eyes and he saw a little smile. But, professionalism, and what not, so he gave you a tight smile, trying not to give away the feelings overwhelming his body. "Sheriff Arlen," he offered a hand, after having wiped any clammyness off on his trousers—"Emily's dad."

Not knowing whether you could tell how nervous he was, he quickly sat down and clasped his hands together. He didn't know whether he wanted to quickly get this over with or feel another taste of that night. God.

This results in him remaining pretty quiet for a moment, a bit of an awkward silence starting between the two of you, before he asks, slowly, "..so, how—how's she doing in classes?" An awkward laugh escapes him, and he tries to blink away the most likely inappropriate thoughts swarming his brain.

You were just Emily's teacher. Not the one night stand he had months back.

At least, that's what he tried to convince himself.