Dinner With a Bad Boy Read Free

indicating the restaurant's window, where Ma Ma and Auntie Wen were pressed goggle-eyed against the glass. "We've got an audience."
    "They let you wear an earring in school?"
    He stepped away from his bike, approaching her with slow, steady steps. There wasn't anything menacing in his movements, merely a focused intensity, but Su Ling shied backward nonetheless. His mesmerizing power remained in full force even as her mind still grappled with the thought of him as a teacher.
    "What, teachers aren't wild enough for you?" he challenged, his voice low and throaty.
    "Uh..." Su Ling didn't know what to say. He'd voiced her thoughts exactly. Except he seemed plenty wild and thoroughly exciting. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt when her back hit the wall and he continued his advance.
    "I didn't get the free dinner you promised," he said as he flattened his hands on either side of her head. Then he leaned in slowly, inexorably pressing his thighs, then his pelvis, then his entire massive chest against her, leaving their faces less than a whispered breath of steam apart. "But maybe this will do."
    He lowered his lips to hers, and Su Ling felt the blood rush through her body, pulsing too fast. His kiss took control of her, swept into her mouth, and possessed her, taking her, challenging her until she began to fight back—or rather give back, dueling with his tongue as she arched rhythmically against him She felt his breath catch, but she didn't relent. And neither did he as one of his hands slid down her shoulder, wrapping around her waist to lift her off the wall, jerking her flush against his hard body. Her hands were busy as well, sliding across his butter-soft jacket until she tangled her fingers in his hair. Luxurious curls flowed over her hands as he broke their kiss to begin tonguing across her face and neck in the most erotic patterns imaginable.
    Then she felt it—his hand, sliding up her thin blouse, heating her already flushed skin to flash point as his fingers rose firmly, strongly, inevitably to her breast. She ached for him to touch her, to hold her there. She even released a moan of longing as his fingertips met the underside of her bra, beginning the lift, the caress, the seduction she craved.
    But before he made it to her peak, before she could do more than close her eyes, he twisted around, deftly plucking something out of her inside jacket pocket before stepping away. When she opened her eyes, he was pocketing her fifty dollars before donning his helmet and roaring away.
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    Mitch Kurtz stomped through the school hallway, neatly avoiding the flow of students as nearly three hundred teens scrambled to grab their things before the buses came. Normally the excited chatter about holidays and homework calmed him. Early mornings were filled with preparation for the coming day, but the end of school held the satisfaction of a job well done, a child educated for one more day.
    Except today. Today, the Backstreet Boys' latest hairstyle had easily eclipsed Napoleon. Not because the kids were any more difficult than usual, but because Mitch had made one of the most exciting men in history sound like a farm report. Even he'd yawned.
    And why? Because last night he'd been propositioned by an exotic Asian temptress, a pinup fantasy who offered him the opportunity—just for one night—to pretend to be someone else. Normally he would have laughed off the chance as too bizarre, but just then, straight from another holiday-in-hell with his repressed family, the opportunity to play a mysterious fed had been too good to resist. Naturally, just as his parents had always predicted, his impulsive nature led him straight into trouble. He'd acted like a jerk in front of a student and her family.
    That alone would be bad enough, but then he'd gone and kissed Miss Asian Seductress. Not a simple peck on the cheek, but an eating-her-whole, can't-get-enough, how-low-can-one-man-go kiss in full view of her family. Then he'd gone on