The Instructor Read Free

silence for a few moments. "You are a cute, short curvy brunette who's gutsy enough to try her hand at welding. You are his type, I promise you that." She paused for another moment. "Did he give you the look?"
    "The look? Are you off your meds or something? What look?" Faith was playing stupid, but she knew the look Vicki was referring to. It was the look she shared with him when he called her name. The look that passed between them when their eyes made that contact, which was so intense that she was certain some of the guys in the class had picked up on it. Boy, did she ever know the look.
    Vicki gave a loud sigh. "Don't play dumb with me. I could tell in your voice when you called. You two shared the look."
    "Okay. So say there was a look , so what?"
    "So what? So what is this. If he is single then you need to grab your chance at him while you can. He's the full package so he won't be on the market long. He's an all-around good man in addition to being amazingly hot and a stallion in the sack."
    "I don't know..." The conversation wasn't going anywhere near the way Faith had expected it to go. “I think you keep forgetting… HE’S. MY. INSTRUCTOR.”
    "Look. Worse comes to worse, he'll ensure you become the best welder of the bunch and you'll get to benefit from the most mind-blowing sex you'll ever experience. I promise you that. It's a win-win situation."
    Faith could hear some yelling in the background on Vicki's end.
    "I'll think about it," Faith promised.
    "Don't just think about it. Do him! I gotta go, hubby is getting anxious for supper."
    "No worries, this has been an enlightening conversation."
    Vicki laughed on the other end. "Bye."
    The line went dead on the other end.
    Her telephone conversation with Vicki had her more confused than ever. To Vicki it was pretty straightforward stuff. Faith didn't see it quite that way. But she and Vicki had very different views on love, sex and relationships. Just because they shared a look didn't mean much. It was only a look. She had only met him for the matter of fifteen minutes tops. She didn't even have a chance to have any one-on-one time with him.
    However, when she thought about it, she and Vicki were very similar both in appearance and personality. It was just that Vicki was a little more… outgoing…  in the sex department. So if he did have a thing with Vicki a number of years ago then it was possible he would have an attraction to someone who reminded him of her. Usually people were attracted to the same types of people. Right?
    "Small world," she muttered to herself as she stood and made her way into the kitchen to prepare supper.
     
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    Faith decided to tone down her attire for the second day of classes. She still couldn't bring herself to take out her silver hoop earrings yet. Baby steps , she told herself. Today she downplayed her attire, picking out the most worn of the jeans she owned and throwing on a form-fitting t-shirt.
    As she walked down the corridor for the second time her feet were already aching. She had purchased a pair of steel-toed boots after she had made supper of macaroni and cheese for herself the previous night. Despite them not technically being in the shop for a couple of weeks apparently they were supposed to wear them anyhow – just in case. The guys had known this – she hadn’t. The things were painful; she would choose the worst of high heels any day over the heavy, clunky beige boots she had on her feet currently.
    Looking at her watch as she walked she was satisfied. Twenty minutes early. That would ensure she arrived earlier than most so she could avoid the awkward stares from the class as she walked in.
    Just as she was about to enter into the classroom she heard someone walking up behind her.
    "Faith."
    That deep, masculine voice. Despite only hearing him for a limited amount of time the day before she recognized who it was immediately.
    She spun around, giving him her sweetest smile, trying her damnedest not to look