I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) Read Free Page A

put on a determined expression to hide her hurt. She saw her hopes of a raise sail right out those awful double doors. Apparently that hadn’t been what Principal Close had wanted to talk about privately.
    “Well, then use duct tape or glue to hold them together for now.  You know it’s your responsibility to keep your kids safe. There’s not a lot more we can do.” Sasha was getting angrier and less hurt by the minute. She stood up and all the other faces in the room followed her movement. The whole auditorium seemed to be holding its breath in outrage and sympathy for her cause.
    “And I suppose the school’s peewee football team will be getting new uniforms... again,” Sasha said in angry spite, the words coming out like daggers, more viscous than she might have intended. The principal looked away for a brief moment at the floor and squeezed his fist as if gathering patience for a child. That demeaning stance made Sasha even angrier.
    “Well, as you very well know, the school’s peewee football team brings in badly needed revenue and their department supports itself, whereas other departments are more like a leaky faucet, slowly draining us of everything we have.” Principal Close gave her a pointed stare, and Sasha held her tongue. The principal's tone held a finality to it, so Sasha sat down, defeated. She was almost tempted to sulk and pout like little Johnny.
    She wanted to tell the principal off.  He was such a stick in the mud who seemed to always blame the school problems on Sasha’s department. Sasha couldn’t help that some people didn’t consider her area very important. Art was good for the mind and soul. And Lord knows, these kids needed a little improvement of both. If left to grow up in this system without some kind of beauty, Sasha knew they were more likely to commit crimes, never get their high school diplomas, and wind up in jail. She just wanted to be the one who lit their spark for a better life.
    Rubbing her temples between her thumbs, Sasha couldn’t wait for this day to end so she could just go home. She closed her eyes and pretended that she was already there, with the school miles away from her, and that she was relaxing as she fully intended to do that evening.
     
     
    CHAPTER 3
    O r maybe not. The moment she walked through the door that night, her obnoxious roommate Anton was down her throat. He spewed a mountain of stressful litany for almost a full minute before Sasha realized that she hadn’t heard a word and should maybe pay attention. She took a deep breath and collected her patience before interrupting Anton.
    “Wait-wait-wait,” Sasha said, trying to remain calm, “What now?” She was irritated:  the apartment smelled like cigarettes again and she hated that. Anton had agreed to smoke outside before he invited Sasha to move in, but he always smoked inside when Sasha wasn’t home. Sasha couldn’t say anything, because technically, the apartment was Anton’s, and it was a huge favor Anton was doing her to allow her to stay here.
    “I said, the cable bill is still not paid and the internet is three months late. Are you planning on paying them anytime soon? I know you’re about to get that raise, so you need to pay up.” Anton’s voice got more sarcastic with each word. He was angry, maybe rightfully so, with Sasha, and he wasn’t going to let her dodge the questions anymore. Sasha felt her chest turn to ice and her headache worsen.
    “Look, I’ll talk to them.  I just need a little more time.” Sasha just wanted to eat, shower, and sleep. She did not want to talk about her chronic money troubles after her day at work, especially not about the raise she had promised Anton last week to get him off her back.
    “A little more time my ass. If they cut the cable off and I miss Game of Thrones , I swear to God, Sasha...” His voice trailed off under the threat. Anton acted as if missing Game of Thrones was the end of the world, and if Sasha caused it, she must