A Gentleman's Gentleman
If you think you're smarter than an elementary student, then you better think again.
Englishman Broderick Chapman has always wanted to be a teacher and to travel to the United States. He jumps at the chance to become the private tutor for the son of a famous rock star and gets the thrill of his life when he meets his pop idol Channing Anderson. Channing is as outrageous in person as he is on television and tall as a mountain with long blond hair flowing down to his shapely bottom. In fact, Broderick is so overwhelmed by Channing's awesomeness that he almost forgets the real reason he's in America--to tutor the man's rambunctious son.
Channing never expects to see such a young guy at his door professing to be his son's new tutor. He thinks his sister might be off her rocker for hiring the cute young man who looks like he fell out of the pages of a Japanese manga.
This work has been previously released.
"Father Fischer will see you now, Mr. Anderson," the administrative assistant told Channing.
Channing rose, and the young lady's gaze followed him up. He tugged at the hem of his jacket and ignored her. He thought he'd gotten used to women staring at him all these years, but apparently not. They still made him nervous.
"I have all your CDs," she said to him. "Please follow me."
Channing sighed. He didn't need to be recognized. He followed her down the hallowed hall of the Saint Gabriel Parochial School to meet with Father Fischer, the principal.
The young woman opened the door for him and stepped aside.
Channing entered the principal's office. The door closed behind him.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Anderson," the priest said after shaking his hand.
Channing sat and nervously looked around the room. He'd had some not so nice memories of being sent to the principal's office as a child. After numerous detentions, he'd finally learned his lesson about misbehaving in school.
"I guess you're wondering why I called you here today."
Channing shook his head. "No, sir, this is starting to be routine. What has he done this time?"
"I would chuckle, but this is a serious matter," Father Fischer said.
Channing looked around the room. The school looked fine, he hadn't noticed an ambulance or police car on the way in, so it couldn't be too serious. "What's he done?"
"He's been disobedient and disrespectful to his teacher and his classmates. And he used a swear word."
Channing grimaced. "Which one?"
Father Fischer glared at him. "Does it matter, Mr. Anderson?"
No, he supposed not. "How long is he suspended for this time?" He had a concert coming up, so the kid would have to stay with his grandmother.
"He's not being suspended this time," Father Fischer said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to expel him."
Channing gasped. "What? There are no other elementary schools left to send him to."
"I'm sorry. We've done all we can for him, but his disruptive behavior can't be tolerated any longer. We have young, impressionable kids here who can't afford what he's trying to teach them."
The good father didn't seem a bit sorry. "What am I supposed to do with him? The state law says he has to be educated," Channing said.
"I would recommend you hire a tutor to homeschool him. Then maybe in a couple of years you can enroll him in a nice public school after he learns how to behave."
Damn. He'd been so sure it would be different this time. Channing rose. "Okay, thanks for everything. Where is he?"
"He's with the school's counselor. I'm so sorry about this, but I wish you all the luck with him."
Channing headed toward the door. "Thank you."
"Don't forget to stop by the administration desk for a copy of his records. You might need them."
"Yes, Father." Channing left the man's office with his shoulders slumped and headed to Sister Francis's office to get his son.
"Hey, Daddy," Dominick said when he stepped inside the counselor's office.
Dominick Virgil Channing sat on the sofa across from the sister's desk, looking like an angel, dressed in his little black shorts and jacket, white shirt and red tie. He had his father's blue eyes, blond hair and exuberant personality. Unfortunately, he'd probably also inherited his lack of discipline and disregard for authority figures. "Good afternoon, Sister Francis. I've come to take Dominick home."
"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Anderson," Sister Francis said. She remained seated.
Nick slid off the sofa to his feet and ran over to him.
"Say goodbye and thank you to Sister Francis," Channing told his son.
"Goodbye, Sister Francis. See you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Dominick. Be a good boy."
"It was nice knowing you, Sister. And thank you for all the help."
"I wish I could have done more," the kindly sister said. "I put the card of a noted child psychologist with Dominick's records."
"Thanks." He didn't think his son needed a shrink.
Nick grabbed his hand and started tugging him toward the door.
Channing waved goodbye to the nun, went to the administration office to get Nick's record and then left the school.
* * * *
"What's he done this time?" Virginia Anderson asked her brother as they talked over the speakerphone later that day.
"He cursed at school and was disrespectful," Channing answered.
"How long is he suspended for this time?"
Channing sighed. His family all knew about Nick's behavior. "He's suspended for good."
"What? Do they realize he's been kicked out of every elementary school in Boston?"
"Yes," Channing said. "Father Fischer suggested I hire him a tutor and homeschool him."
"He needs a damn exorcist," Virginia said matter-of-factly.
Channing would have cursed his sister out if she hadn't spoken the truth. He'd hire one if he thought he could help. "I need you to help me find a tutor."
"Why would I know a tutor? I don't have any kids."
And she probably wouldn't have any either, being a lesbian. "You do have friends who have kids. Ask around for me."
"You are aware you're supposed to be leaving the country in a month?"
How could he forget? His band had been practicing for months for the concerts in Europe. He'd initially planned to ask his mother to babysit, but not this time. "I'm looking for someone to move into the house. You know like a live-in nanny."
"A live-in nanny/tutor? Got you. Anything else?"
"Yes, preferably single without kids or other attachments. And someone who knows how to keep the house clean and cook."
Virgil chuckled. "You're looking for a Mary Poppins."
"Yes, exactly. Someone magical, who can perform miracles," Channing said.
"We might not be able to find someone like her in the United States, since I think everyone knows about Dominick and his famous father."
"I don't care where you find a tutor, just find one. Money is no object."
"Just because you're rich doesn't mean you have to give it away," Virginia told him. "I'll get on this right away. We need to find someone before you leave. We can't back out of the concerts. They're too important."
Even he understood this. His band hadn't had a hit record in a couple of years, and now they had the chance to showcase their new album. "I know. I won't miss them." He just wished he could take Nick with him.
"Do you have a preference? Male or female?"
"No," Channing answered. "Just make sure the person has a license and knows how to teach a child."
"This is my nephew, you know. I wouldn't hire a maniac to look after him," Virginia said.
"You are aware he takes after you."
Virginia chuckled. "I'll talk to you later. Let me get busy."
"Okay," Channing told her. "I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone and walked out the room to check on Dominick. He found the child in front of the television, watching Sesame Street. Channing backed out the room and headed to the kitchen to prepare them some lunch.