City Schools.
Then when I gave my suggestions for room assignments, he laughed.”
“He is who he is.”
“So are you.” Graig patted her thigh then rested his chin on
his forearms. “I’m already tired of listening to him babble and Pallas chatter
about taking you on a date. He thinks I’m competition. Anything more between us
probably won’t happen because we’re friends, good friends, and I don’t want to
screw that up.”
“You sound so noble. Such a catch.”
“Never said I was a catch.” Graig touched her thigh once
more. “But I’d love a normal relationship.”
Her skin heated from his touch and her leg trembled. She bit
the inside of her cheek. Good friends. Great. Made her sound like a
puppy. Things between us probably wouldn’t happen. She wasn’t really
shocked. In Graig’s two years as a sub, he’d shown up to many a faculty
gathering with a pretty girl on his arm. Never the same girl twice either. She
had no chance with him. God, this was going to be a tough year.
Chapter Two
Graig scrubbed the sponge across the chalkboard. Every time
he thought something would go right, the lesson, his video presentation, the
seating chart, something else cropped up to kick his butt. He glanced at the
calendar. October 22. Seemed like just the day before he walked into the
classroom fresh and ready to tackle teaching American history to bright-eyed
eighth graders.
“Time whizzes by when you’re having fun.” Tessa leaned on
the doorframe. “How goes it? I see you haven’t been eaten alive.”
He tossed the sponge into the bucket and took a long breath,
letting it out slowly. She folded her arms. The fabric of her standard, boring,
print turtleneck pressed against her breasts and gave him the best view of her
assets. The apron hindered his view of her lower half, but he didn’t care.
Would she dance for him the same way his fantasy girl danced? Any teacher-like
thoughts left his mind. Everything shifted to what she’d look like out of those
dowdy clothes. She never went for glamour, just businesslike blandness. But
underneath he bet she drove men wild. She drove him crazy in so many ways.
Tessa tipped her head. “What? Wishing you had a SMART Board?
There’s something to be said for the traditional chalkboard. Archaic technology
doesn’t break down like computers do.”
If she only knew what was going through his head. She’d
probably belt him. Each time she licked her lips, tipped her head or gave him a
smart remark, he fought the urge to gather her in an embrace. He longed to feel
the silk of her pussy encasing him as he thrust into her body. Would she cry
out during sex? Did she like it a little dirty? Holy shit. His mind had
ventured so far into the sexual harassment arena he could barely believe it.
“Earth to Case.” She waved her hand. “We have a meeting in
two minutes. Are you in there? Or have you been getting into my art supplies?”
Sounded like a great plan. He shook his head. “Sorry. Was
thinking about a lesson plan.” What a liar. “I’m ready when you are.”
She crinkled her nose. “Dork. Come on. It’s a movie about
safety protocol if there’s a bomb threat. Real thrilling stuff, but important.”
Although he thought about dropping back a step to watch the
sway of her ass, Graig kept in time with her. Talking with Tessa was so easy.
She got him, made him laugh and then there was her body. Despite the boxy
pants, the sack-like skirts and the need to cover every inch of herself, he
yearned to touch her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. He loved women
with healthier, curvier figures and she fit his bill. Just enough cushion for
the pushin’ and perfect to gather in his arms for a cuddle afterward. He
followed her into the library, relishing the gentle wiggle as she walked. Heat
flooded his system and zaps bounced around his brain. Paying attention during
the movie was just not going to happen.
“Let’s sit in the back,” Tessa mumbled. “I hate