Page 23 of Educate Me


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“Morning, Mr. McKenzie.”

Once I’d climbed into the car, I sat back and tried to relax. Normally, I would read the newspaper on my way into the city, but Sebastian was across the front page, so I decided to pass. I had no objection to my brothers sewing their wild oats, but having Sebastian in the news every time he did pissed me off.

I’d been so lost in my own thoughts for the past twenty minutes that when I looked out of the window; George had already pulled up outside the McKenzie building. “I’ll see you later, George,” I said warmly as I opened the door. “Have a good day,” I told him as I climbed out of the car.

He blushed slightly and nodded in reply. I resisted the urge to chuckle. Despite being a cool professional, Janet always had him hot under the collar. After the first week, I’d refused to allow him to climb in and out of the car every time I needed the door opened.

It had taken a while to get used to being driven around, but I wasn’t lazy enough to have the door opened for me. I watched him pull away, doing a U-turn to head to the hotel. How the hell he never caused an accident with that move, I’d never know.

As I walked into the lobby, John, the security guard, looked up and nodded in my direction, his crisp uniform, all ways spotless, and his radio on his hip. I carried on through to the elevators. John was fussing over a woman at the front desk, which caused me to do a double take. She was what Sebastian would call a ‘babe’ with her long legs, tight fitting skirt matching an equally fitted jacket over firm breasts. The heels she was wearing caused her to stand in a slightly provocative manner. Her dark hair tumbled around her neck from a loose bun pinned to the top of her head.

I swallowed at the sight of her and shook my head. She’s just another g

irl trying to get the attention of the McKenzie brothers. I carried on and as I waited for the elevator, I turned and watched the woman from the front desk walk towards me with her head down. She had no idea I was standing there watching her.

When the doors opened, I stepped inside and held them open for the mystery lady. Her scent wafted towards me as she got closer and my cock went rigid immediately. Shit, that was not good. I’d never had such a quick reaction to a woman’s scent before.

She looked up and when her blue eyes met mine, they visibly widened. She stopped mid-step and just gazed up at me. I was reluctant, but I managed to drag my eyes away from her penetrating stare. “Your carriage awaits,” I told her rather roughly.

Hell, I felt as though I’d been hit over the head. I watched her closely and noticed how her throat moved when she gulped then took a deep breath. Her jaw tightened and she stepped into the elevator with me. Did I affect her as much as she affected me?

I felt damn uncomfortable. My cock throbbed and I wanted to believe it was from lack of use and not because of the sexy woman who stood beside me.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Sizzle

Bad Boy Rockers #1

Chapter 1

Thalia

The lumps of the new sofa dug painfully into my back as I wriggled to a new position; equally as uncomfortable as the first. I would never understand how Callie had convinced me to purchase it. I hated it – from the color, a sickly brown; sienna according to the designer, to the numerous lumps and bumps that you couldn’t escape, regardless of how you were sitting on it. It reminded me of the old, beat up sofa in my mom’s sunroom. The very one my uncle had hauled out and deposited in the tree house we’d built behind the tall cottonwoods.

I smiled at the memory. My first make out session had happened in that tree house, on that sofa. Ethan. Ethan Rock; the school jock and biggest asshole. He’d sweet talked his way into the tree house with every intention of getting to third base. I’d ended up kneeing him in his junk when my father shouted at me from the base of the tree; he’d frightened the shit out of us. Ethan, of course hadn’t spoken to me again, but what a memory.

“Thalia, what the hell are you grinning at?”

“Ethan Rock,” I replied to my roommate Callie, her voice shaking me from the memory.

“Huh, I don’t think I know him. You going to eat this Spaghetti Bolognese?”

I turned my head to look at her and burst out laughing. “Is there any left in the pan?” Her apron seemed to have a hell of a lot of red sauce all over it.

Callie was the world’s worst chef, and always insisted the next meal she cooked would be better than the previous one. That was so not going to happen.

“Ha, funny.”

“When’s it ready?”

“Ten minutes,” she said, before turning back into the small, cramped kitchen.

“Okay.” I hoped I wouldn’t regret eating what she’d made.

I’d met Callie within a couple of weeks of starting our freshman year at college, both of us studying English Literature – close to three years ago. After the summer break we’d be back as seniors. We couldn’t wait to strut our stuff around campus. Shit, who was I kidding? We had it all planned, or at least Callie did. I had no clue as to where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do, but I figured if I had an English degree, it would open more doors for me, once I’d fully made my mind up.

All I did know was that I wasn’t going home when I graduated next year. I shuddered at the thought.

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