Free Bad Girlfriend (First & Last #4) by Kirsten DeMuzio Page B

me.
    Don’t strike up an ill icit and illegal relationship with an underage girl?  Yeah, I think I can handle that one.
    The meeting lasted the full scheduled hour, and it was jam packed with business items.  I was glad I was just observing and not on the receiving end of Mrs. Larkin’s impressive delegation skills.  It seemed as if every member of the PTO left with a lengthy To Do list.  When the meeting was adjourned I stuck around to meet some of the mothers and the lone brave dad who was a PTO member.
    As I was walking back to my office , I caught a few snippets of conversation.  It seemed Mrs. Larkin’s dictatorship and my “nerdy hotness” were the hot topics of the evening.  I wasn’t sure whether to take the latter as an insult or a compliment.  With a shake of my head I decided to go with compliment.  I had never exactly been a hot commodity before.  This was all new to me.
    When everyone had left, I locked up the school and headed home.  I was lounging on my bed , which also served as my couch, reading a book a couple of hours later when I heard the garage door open below my floor.  I hadn’t seen Brooke since Saturday night, which was only three days ago, but I hoped for a chance meeting in the driveway every time I left for or came home from work.  Working in a hair salon, her hours were probably much different than mine.
    Lifting the blinds next to me, I didn’t see anything except for lights on the first floor of the house.  Then a light flicked on at the back of the house on the second floor.  Because the curtains were wide open, I could see it was Brooke’s bedroom.  The walls were a vibrant aqua color, which suited her perfectly.  Brooke walked through the room to stand in front of her dresser.  Her back was to me, but I could see she was removing her earrings and necklace.  She wore her hair up, piled on top of her head with dark red curls spilling over.  My eyes honed in on the curve of her long neck as she tilted her head to the side.  Not sure if it was a memory or just wishful thinking, I thought of kissing my way along her neck and sucking on her delicate earlobe.
    Turning around she reached for the hem of her white t-shirt, pulling it up.  I caught a glimpse of the smooth taut skin of her stomach and let the blinds fall.  That’s not how I wanted to see her.  If I was lucky enough to see her naked again, it would be because she wanted me to.  Not because she was clueless enough to undress in front of her open window.
    Her room was at the back of the house, and the backyard was surrounded by tall trees.  But anyone could be walking by on the sidewalk.  At just the right angle they could get an eyeful.  Forget about hoping for an accidental run-in.  Tomorrow I was straight out knocking on her door to tell her to close her curtains.  As for right now, I was headed for a cold shower.

    Chapter Nine
     
    Brooke
     
    When I left for work on Friday morning, I glanced up at the garage apartment knowing it was empty.  I knew Adam had already gone to work.  I found out what time he leaves for work on Wednesday morning when he knocked on my door bright and early.  At least I was already up, though still in my pajamas.  He had nervously explained that it might be a good idea to close my curtains at night, because someone might be able to see in.  After several minutes of him swearing he had not seen anything, I thanked him and he left.  It was a strange and awkward interaction, but when weren’t our interactions strange and awkward?
    No time to get lost in my thoughts today.  I had a full day of appointments, starting with Leah and Lindsay.  They liked to schedule their appointments together so they could chat.  Grady’s dad watched the kids while they enjoyed a morning away.  After getting their hair done, they always stopped in at the nail salon down the street for manicures and pedicures too.
    After work I was planning to go to the high school football game with