Letting Go Read Free Page B

Before this week ended, the good doctor would be in his arms.
    He stood and nodded during the introduction.
    She met his gaze. “You ready, Mr. Whittaker?”
    “Always,” he said before his mind clicked in. He turned and looked at the crowd. If standing in the entry of the auditorium with his hand on her elbow counted as inappropriate, she would slap him for the porn worthy thoughts rolling through his mind right now with her as the star.
    She smiled.
    “If teachers looked like you when I was in school, I would’ve made the honor roll,” Kip said, standing and walking forward.
    Her brow rose and she stared at him.
    The principal’s face hardened. “We are ready to start, please take your seat.” The authoritative tone in his voice stopped Kip’s advance cold.
    Kip treated all women the same, as sex objects. His simple approach worked ninety percent of the time on a different caliber of women.
    “Pleasure meeting both of you,” she said over her shoulder, her voice soft but undeniably firm. She nodded at Kip and turned. It seemed she’d mastered the art of silent dismissal.
    He watched her walk to the other side of the stage, staring at the graceful line of her back in that form-fitting dress. Her high rounded ass snatched his attention before traveling down her thighs and calves. His cock lifted and relaxed, waving a greeting.
    A sheepish grin covered Kip’s face as he returned to his seat. “She’s hot. Too snooty for me, but I’d tap that dark meat. Dark meat’s juicy.”
    Grant’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond and reminded himself the man was doing him a favor. Times like these, Kip’s immaturity grated on his nerves. If he weren’t minutes from giving a speech to a group of kids who cared less, he’d tell his friend what he thought of the stupid comment in colorful detail. Instead of ripping into Kip, he looked at his notes. His tight hold on the index cards surprised him. If he weren’t careful, they’d rip. After another deep breath, he released the cards, one finger at a time. Now they lay on his thigh, injured but not destroyed.
    Principal Thomas took the microphone at the podium.
    “Settle down, settle down,” he said with a ring of concise authority in his voice. Like trained rookies, the noise vanished, and all eyes were now on the stage. Grant’s gaze roamed the audience, trying to determine which story to tell. There were so many on what not to do rather than what to do. In the end he decided to say whatever rose to the surface first.
    “Dr. Kelly Riley.” Grant turned toward the podium at the introduction. He wanted to see more of her face, but she addressed the students giving him her back. He settled into his chair, quite content to gaze at her round perfect ass.
    Kelly held her breath a second to clear her mind. If only she could erase the blatant look of appreciation she read in Grant’s eyes, she’d be able to finish her speech without messing up. Her thoughts shifted to his friend. Kip Stevens was a dog wearing pants who didn’t know how to talk to a woman. No amount of money or prestige could induce her to date a man whose pants and tee-shirt were skin tight, showcasing his business. The bulge in his pants didn’t take away from his attractiveness, the man looked good. His I-know-you-want-me approach appeared childish instead of sexy. No doubt it worked on plenty women, but she had no interest.
    She nodded to her boss. People always underestimated him. He never tolerated rudeness from students or adults. If she had to sum up his personality in one word, she’d say chivalrous. He followed a strict code on how women, men and children were to be treated at all times, which worked in his favor in this ultra-conservative county. Plus the man excelled at his job, until recently she added. Now, she had to do hers.
    “Hello everyone, I’ll make this brief.” One brave soul clapped and was hushed by the teacher nearby. “There are a number of programs in the area