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Teal nodded. “Ten o’clock.”
He stepped out of her house, and the moment he did, he had this overwhelming feeling to pull her in for a hug and never let her go.
What the fuck was that?
The front door closed and he looked back, unable to stop himself from putting his hand on the main door.
He had to get a grip on himself. Teal was a student. Twenty-two years his junior. Untouchable. She was out of bounds. Off-limits.
He moved to his own front door, letting himself inside, and leaned back against the door.
Jaxson knew of teachers who gave in to the pressures of their students. Who fucked them for fun. That wasn’t him. It had never been him. He never screwed around with kids. With teenagers. He’d vowed to never do it.
Teal was so very different. She wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever met. This need inside him had never existed, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was all because of her.
Chapter Three
Saturdays were usually her days to avoid her mother. Teal would find any reason to be out of the house, away from the constant calls. This time, her mother had left the house early. The note that had been waiting for her on the table had stated she needed to clear her head and would be back later. Like all her other letters, it wasn’t signedMom, butBethany.
At the end, she had added a little note to enjoy her tutoring. So, this Saturday, she stood on her neighbor’s doorstep, bag on her shoulder, hand poised to knock.
She didn’t want to go in there. Not after last night, and she didn’t even mean the meal. No, this was about the dreams she had after the meal. Naked, sexy dreams of her neighbor. Inappropriate dreams of her neighbor that she shouldn’t be having.
Before she could stop herself, she knocked on his door.
It was early. Nine fifty-five to be exact. Did she appear too eager? Being late seemed rude as he offered to take up time on a Saturday to tutor her.
Jaxson opened the door. He was dressed in a pair of jeans that should have been so inappropriate, but he made them work. Of course, he did. The man knew how to fill out a pair of jeans.
“Morning,” she said.
“Morning. I’ve got the coffee pot on. You can drink coffee?”
“Yes.” Her parents were coffee addicts. She liked a cup here and there.
“Come in,” he said.
She smiled and stepped over the threshold into his home.
Their homes were so alike and yet, entirely different. Her mother hadn’t put up any artwork or pictures. They were packed away in the attic with the complaint that it was something Davidalways did.
Teal had decorated her room, getting it to how she liked it.
Jaxson’s home was lived in, homey.
“You know where the dining room is. Have a seat. Get yourself set up. I’ll make coffee. Have you had any breakfast?”
“Yes.” She’d eaten a couple of slices of toast before she walked the short distance to being here.
Entering his dining room, she saw he had a four-person table. A bouquet of flowers was in the center, stored in a beautiful vase.
After pulling out a seat, Teal grabbed her books and piled them in front of her.
This was so odd. The tutors had all come to her parents’ place in the city. This time, she was in her tutor’s home.
Her hot tutor. She shouldn’t be thinking of him in any way that wasn’t appropriate.
Licking her dry lips, she sat back in the chair and pulled out her cell phone. There were three unread messages from her dad. She hadn’t opened them. He’d given her the silent treatment, and now he wanted to talk.
