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@AJSummer.
I didn’t click to follow her, but was tempted. Her page is set to private so I was unable to see anything besides her profile, which was your typical smiling photo.
“Well, Sawyer, you’re in for a treat,” Linkin says with a wide smile before turning his attention back to his work.
Something tells me he’s right.
* * *
The first official day of school with students in attendance came and went in a flurry of teenage hormones and baseball stories.
The kids were excited, especially the athletic ones, when they discovered who their new PE teacher was. I tried to keep their focus, but it was too difficult. They all wanted the story, the draft, the injury, the lifestyle. The girls wanted to know about Carrie. I mean it’s not every day your physical education teacher is a former pro baseball player who was married to a Victoria’s Secret model, right?
Yeah, that’s something I wasn’t getting into with them.
Besides the fact that it was the first day back and everyone was hyped up on excitement and anticipation, throw me into the mix. I’m good-looking. I’m not being modest, just stating a fact. I’ve been named to People’s Sexiest Man Alive more times than I can count, been featured in Playgirl magazine, and posed nude for Sports Illustrated.
Shit, my ass has its own hashtag.
And I work hard in the gym to maintain that rating.
Now the halls are empty. School dismissed early for its first day, which is a welcomed reprieve. I knew the first day would be intense, but it was almost overwhelming. Kids everywhere, running, chatting, and trying to catch up on what they all did during the summer, and I can’t remember a single name.
Except one particular name that I can’t seem to forget.
Most of the teachers are either in the lounge, discussing the students in their classes, or still in their classrooms prepping for the next day. I don’t see AJ congregating with the others, so as soon as I can slip out, I head down the empty hall that leads to the math classrooms.
Through the doorway, I see my new favorite teacher sitting behind her desk, writing on what appears to be a desk calendar. She’s wearing those khaki capris that seem do as much for my overactive imagination as some skimpy overpriced lingerie. Add a pair of brown sandals and a light, flowy top that matches her eyes and she’s a walking fantasy that I could watch all day long.
My reaction to her should scare me, but for some reason, it doesn’t. I have a reputation of being a playboy that has followed me since I was signed. Young, good-looking, dated his share of models, actresses, and even a few Grammy-nominated singers. Then I met Carrie, and the tabloids were always looking for the dirt. Over the course of our relationship, I was a liar, a cheat, and a womanizer on more occasions than I can count, but that’s what happens when you’re in the spotlight.
In reality, I was anything but. I was never really into the party scene, even when I was young and women were throwing themselves at me like beads at Mardi Gras. Sure, I might have partaken in a little no-strings sex (hey, I’m a guy) when I was young and dumb, but it was never my MO. And never when I was married. I was always a one-woman kinda guy, and that didn’t change while I was with Carrie.
But I’m not interested in reliving my past, nor thinking about my ex. Instead, I’d like to focus on the woman in front of me, filling out upcoming events on her calendar. Her long dark hair is pulled up in a ponytail, leaving the long, slender column of her neck exposed. Suddenly, I want to kiss and lick that neck more than I want my next breath.
In fact, I crave it.
I must make a noise (probably a groan) because her eyes the color of brilliantly cut emeralds turn and focus on me standing in her doorway. If she’s surprised to see me there, she doesn’t show it. “Hey,” she says, her voice as smooth as butter.
“Hey. How was your day?” I ask, taking a few steps into her classroom.
“It was good. Yours?”
“Not too bad. I probably gave a hundred autographs and was asked to senior prom.”
“Prom?” she asks.
“Yeah. Apparently, she wanted to go ahead and lock me in as her date for when she’s a senior in high school,” I chuckle.
“Wow, that definitely tops the request I had for an extra hall pass this afternoon.” Those full lips I’ve often pictured wrapped around my cock smile widely and make my dick twitch and start to harden.
“Naw, I bet he just wanted an excuse to chat with the hot teacher,” I state bluntly as I approach her desk. She looks so tiny when she’s sitting in a chair, but I know from personal experience that she fits ever so fucking perfectly against my body.
She glances up, her gaze slightly humorous beneath long lashes. “Actually, it was girl.”
“Hmmm, well, that might change things a bit.” I click my tongue inside my cheek and gaze down at what I could easily dub the most beautiful woman in the world. She doesn’t need a spread in a magazine or to wear practically nothing while walking the runway to earn the title. She just has to be herself, looking up at me with humor and question in her eyes, the damn long, slender column of her neck begging for my tongue.
Devine.
