Free Trusting You by L. P. Dover, Melissa Ringsted, Eden Crane

that.”
    When he got done drying me off and fondling me, he glanced at his watch and sighed. “All right, baby, my time is up. I’ll call you during lunch today, okay?”
    I smiled. “Okay.”
    He kissed me quickly, making sure to part my lips with his tongue so he could get a taste of me before he left. “I hope you have a good day, firecracker. And don’t let those high school boys drool over you today. I saw what you have picked out to wear.”
    Rolling my eyes, I pushed him out of the bathroom. “It’s just a skirt, Brett. I’m not an old school marm and into the sweater vests. Maybe when I’m older, but definitely not right now.”
    He grinned and shook his head. “All I know is that if I was in your class, I’d have the biggest hard on watching you every day in the front of the class. You’re one hot fucking teacher.” He winked, kissed me again quickly, and marched out of the bedroom and into the hall.
    “Have a good day and be safe going to work,” I hollered out, hoping he heard me.
    “Will do, babe,” he shouted back before the sound of him opening and closing the front door echoed from downstairs. I could hear the rumble of his Jeep start up and taper off after a few minutes. It was time to get ready for another day of work.



Eleven
     
     
    “Ms. Ashford, do we need to know all of this for the test next week?” Kacey asked, holding up the study questions I just passed out.
    I smiled. “Yes, Kacey, you do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have put it on there. As long as you know how to answer those questions you’ll ace the test. I promise.”
    The whole class groaned as they glanced over the pages, and it took all I had not to laugh. I remembered being their age and doing the same thing, but I always cracked open the books and made straight A’s. That was how I became valedictorian and student council president.
    Glancing at the clock on the wall, I saw that we had about ten minutes before my guest speaker was to arrive to talk to the class. His name was George Hastings and he was an author and college professor from Duke University who also happened to be a good friend of my parents. I thought my students would be enlightened by his expertise in the Biology field, but by their bored expressions I was starting to rethink that anything could get them interested.
    I only had a few minutes left, so I was trying to get all of my students quizzes graded. That way I wouldn’t have to take them home and do them. Once I started on the last quiz a knock sounded on my classroom door.
    Keeping my face glued to the test in front of me, I called out to one of my students, “Jacob, do you mind opening the door for Mr. Hastings, please?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he agreed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him get up and amble over to the door.
    My pen flew across the page in front of me, but when I heard the voice of my guest speaker greet the class my hand froze on the page and I sucked in a sharp breath. Quickly, I lifted my head and my gaze instantly collided with the man before me. What was he doing here?
    “Good morning, Ms. Ashford. Are you ready for me to begin my speech?” he asked.
    My students, especially the girls, were all anxiously awaiting his next words like love sick puppies. Standing up from my desk, I quickly announced to the class, “Everyone, if you’ll excuse me I’ll be right back.” Taking Brett by the arm, I guided him out of my room and into the hall, shutting the door behind me.
    “What are you doing here?” I whispered. “Did you sign in at the front desk?”
    Brett chuckled. “Of course I did. I said I was here to see you and they said they thought I couldn’t make it. I didn’t know what the hell they were talking about, but apparently, your speaker isn’t coming and the office neglected to tell you. I said that I was his replacement and they let me right on through.”
    “Hmm …” I grumbled. “I can’t believe they let you back here without asking you more