I grab my notebook out of my bag and face forward waiting for my name to be called. I freeze as my eyes travel toward the front of the room where our new teacher, Mr. Cooper, is commanding attention. Bree was right; the man is gorgeous. I slowly sink into my seat and watch as each student raises their hand after their names are called. I’m pretty sure shock is the only reason my feet are still firmly rooted in place. Every cell in my body is urging me to run far, far away.
“Tyler Janus,” Mr. Cooper calls.
Tyler raises his hand. “Here.”
Our teacher looks down at the paper in his hands. “Braeden Jones.”
Braeden lifts a finger. “Right here.”
Mr. Cooper looks at Braeden and nods. “Katherine Kennedy.”
I hold my breath as he looks around the room waiting to match a face with the name. I sink a little lower into my chair as he repeats himself.
Dylan pokes me in the shoulder. “Wake up, Kat. He’s calling your name.”
“Is there a Katherine Kennedy here?” Mr. Cooper asks, projecting his deep voice a bit more.
I hesitantly raise my hand. “Kat,” I say with a trembling voice. “My name is Kat.”
Mr. Cooper’s head whips in my direction and he immediately hones in on my desk. His bright blue orbs widen in recognition. I’m sure it’s only a matter of seconds but it feels like an eternity as his jaw clenches and his face reddens in anger. I swear to God it feels like every set of eyes are on me and there’s a neon sign flashing above my head that says, “Hot for teacher”.
He clears his throat and tears his gaze away from me. “Hannah Lewis.”
“Here,” she says.
I pull my hair forward to act as a curtain and stare at my cuticles. I am so screwed. And not in a good way. I laugh to myself when I think about how this could’ve all been avoided had I told him that I was a barista and in turn, he would have shared his new job with me. I would’ve instantly cut the night short and likely never thought about it again. Instead, I now have firsthand knowledge of what this sinfully sexy man looks like naked. How he tastes. How well our bodies fit together with no barriers between us. The sound he makes when he comes. I could never forget that sound. I risk a glance toward the front of class and see that I’m not the only one affected by this disturbing bit of information. Mr. Cooper—Gavin—is burning holes through me as he reviews the syllabus with the other students. I am so, so screwed.About Laura Lee: After working a 9-to-5 gig for many years, she happily traded it for a rewarding career as a self-published author. Laura is the author of the bestselling Karli Lane and Dealing with Love series. She is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America focusing on contemporary, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. Laura's passion has always been storytelling. She spent most of her life with her nose in a book thinking of alternate endings or continuations to the story. She won her first writing contest at the ripe old age of nine, earning a trip to the state capital to showcase her manuscript. Thankfully for her, those early works will never see the light of day again! Laura lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and three of the most poorly behaved cats in existence. She likes her fruit smoothies filled with rum, her cupboards stocked with Cadbury's chocolate, and her music turned up loud. When she's not writing or watching HGTV, she's reading anything she can get her hands on. She's a sucker for spicy romances, especially those involving vampires or cowboys! Connect with Laura: Website: www.lauraleebooks.com Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Laura-Lee/e/B007L0AI54/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LANFICTION.LauraLee?ref=bookmarks Twitter: https://twitter.com/lauraleebooks Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5723230.Laura_Lee Blog: http://lanfictionlauralee.blogspot.com/ Instagram: https://instagram.com/lauraleebooks/ Email: email@example.com Enter Laura’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway