to imply that your son is a troublemaker, Mr. Vega.”
Why does my cock like it so much when she calls me Mr. Vega?
“I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’d just appreciate your involvement in helping me to convey the classroom rules to Ryder, for the benefit of his education and that of the entire class.” She exhales loudly—and not in a way that sounds even remotely sexy.
Is she reading from some teacher’s handbook on how to talk to parents right now?
I really want to point out that it’s a pretty basic part of her job to explain something to a student who’s been raising his hand before talking in class for two years now—but I don’t want to be a dick. And she probably needs to go put another shirt on.
“I can come in tomorrow.”
“Great! If you’re coming to pick him up after school, you can just come to Room Fifteen.”
“Great.”
She waits for me to continue, but I don’t.
“I will see you tomorrow afternoon, then…”
“Yes, you will. Thanks for calling.”
“Thanks for actually answering.”
Jesus, I want to give this topless teacher a spanking.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
Why am I so horny right now?
“Dad! Did you order a pizza yet?”
Aaaaand we’re back to our regularly scheduled program.
“I will see you tomorrow, Miss Stiles.” I end the call, and I don’t have time to wonder why the fuck I sounded like Clark Gable in Gone With the Wind just now.
Returning to the kitchen, I find Ryder about to put his homework back in a folder.
“You finish your homework?”
“Yes.”
“What word did you use instead of ‘turd?’”
“Trouble.”
“How’d you spell it?”
He sighs. I’m just as exasperating to him as I am to Miss Stiles. I’m killin’ it today.
“T-r-u-b-l-e.”
“You sure that’s right?”
“That’s how it sounds.”
“Don’t you need to check the spelling before turning it in?”
“Can’t you just tell me how to spell it?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I can’t wait until my kid is old enough to actually tell me to fuck off, because that’s what his face is saying to me right now.
“Just look it up on your iPad. I gotta order us a pizza. And speaking of fun—guess who’s coming to visit your classroom after school tomorrow?”
He looks way too pleased to hear this. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. You, me, and Miss Stiles are having a meeting. We’re gonna have a super fun talk about the rules about talking in class. Nice going.”
He finally looks concerned for about one second. “Am I in trouble?”
“You will be if you don’t learn the right way to spell it.”
Honestly, I have a feeling Miss Stiles might be the troublemaker in this scenario.
Miss Stiles is feisty.
Miss Stiles is about to get schooled, Vega-style.
9
Emilia
Fuck you, Brent.
What kind of asshole sends his ex a text at two thirty in the afternoon after a month of radio silence and writes: I miss you.
Seriously.
What am I supposed to do with that?
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do with that.
I’m going to finish this leftover sugarless, gluten-free cake from Poppy’s birthday party before Ryder’s dad shows up.
I was already a mess because I kept tossing and turning all night. And I’ve been pounding coffee all day. I need to be on my A-game for Mr. Vega. I don’t know why he rubs me the wrong way, but he does. I need to show him who’s boss in this classroom.
I need to show Brent who’s boss in my brain.
Okay, I need to show myself who’s boss in my brain.
And I need a glass of milk to go with this cake.
Shit!
And my water bottle’s empty. I’m going to have to drink the tap water from the classroom sink because I don’t have time to go to the teachers’ lounge. Ryder should be back with his dad any minute. I swallow the last bite of cake while filling up my water bottle and then knock back a big gulp of it…and start choking. And spewing water all over my blouse.
My white blouse.
All over my general boob area.
So that’s fantastic.
The one day I don’t wear a cardigan to school.
Now I have to dry off my general boob area before…
“Miss Stiles?”
That fucking sexy voice that I couldn’t get out of my head last night.
I stop swearing and dabbing at my boob with the paper towel before slowly turning around to find a tall, handsome man with dark wavy hair, honey-colored skin, beautiful brown eyes, and a full mouth that I want to kiss for days.
Alefuckingjandro.
What is my sexy stranger doing in my classroom?
Am I hallucinating from