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Everyone knows he left for the Army after graduation, so hopefully, he learned some manners and respect while he was away.
“Yeah, he’s home for good and promised to pick me up today.” Ridge gets up on his tiptoes to look around. “I hope he makes it a daily thing, I’m tired of being stuck on the bus for an hour before it heads out to my house.”
“Oh, well, that would be nice.” My throat feels like it’s sealing shut. That, or a snake is coiling around it.
“There he is!” I look up just as the same beat-up Chevy pickup Chase drove in high school pulls into the line-up of cars picking their kids up. It doesn’t take him long to get to where I stand frozen in terror with Ridge.
Ishouldbe moving around, making sure all the kids get to where they are needed safely, but I can’t. I’m paralyzed with this strange mixture of fear and the hope he’ll be fat and ugly.
Please be fat and ugly.
Please be fat and ugly.
The truck rattles to a stop, the driver’s door opens, and he hops out.
Continuing my internal chant, I want to pinch my eyes closed but can’t bring myself to do it when he rounds the hood of his jacked-up truck.
Shit.
There isn’t even a hair out of place on the man. Pure male perfection stands by his truck. His ripped biceps look like they’re about to burst from the confines of his opened flannel shirt, same with his powerful legs encased in the worn denim of his jeans.
Why can’t he at least be ugly?
I want to cry to myself while I also get mad. The thrill that shoots from the depths of my mind straight to my nipples leaves them tingling and me rushing to fold my arms over my chest to keep him from seeing.
“Hey there, little man, ready?” His smile is just as sure of himself as it was the last time I saw it; lopsided, cocky, and … perfect.
I want to sigh, but I won’t.
Nope, not giving in to his looks.
Because I know they’re only skin deep.
“Hey!” Ridge rushes to his uncle’s side, and I nearly melt as I watch the tender expression—one Chase as only ever known to give to his mom or Patience LaClare—spread across his too handsome, stupidly perfect face.
Why me?
Chapter Three
Chase
Well, hello there, legs.
Fuck, every single one of those typical naughty teacher fantasies fills my mind with the delectable number before me. My dick instantly hardens behind the zipper of my jeans, and I’m sure I could easily get arrested for this on school grounds if I don’t find a way to control my body’s reaction.
Shit.
But fuck, the gorgeous legs on this woman are only perfected with the outfit she has wrapped her body in. The blouse is an almost see-through material, but I’m not lucky enough to catch a view of what kind of lingerie she wears under it because her white camisole covers her from my suddenly famished eyes.
Dammit.
Her curves and fine ass are amplified by her tight-as-hell skirt, and thenice,sexy heels complete her outfit. She must have picked them to match her top.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I do, but I really don’t want to. If I had a teacher who looked like her in school, I’m sure I would have ended up playing pocket polo a whole hell of a lot more, made sure I bought a yearbook just to jack off to her picture more, and quite possibly paid more attention in her class to make sure I was one of her good students who wanted to be oh, so bad.
This hasgotto be the teacher Will was telling me about yesterday. Looking around, I see no other fine-as-fuck teachers who would match the description of perfect legs he gave me.
My chest heats as desire and lust flood their magic juice into my veins. The cool metal of my dog tags feels like a frying pan on a hot sidewalk against my flesh. I’m getting burned by this exquisite woman.
