Free Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jenna Stewart Page B

appreciate that—wanted his best friend. At the same time, she hated his guts.
    What was he going to do about that?

Chapter Eight
     
    Leah walked into class Monday morning with a spring in her step even she noticed. Friday night had done more for her well-being than any tonic available at Cardinal Drug. Fucking should be touted by the medical profession as a prescription for whatever ails a body.
    “Good morning, class,” she said. Since she’d stopped wearing the sexy, outlandish outfits and settled on business attire, the class attendance had settled, too, to a reasonable number of students with mostly average grades.
    “No test today,” she announced and was greeted with kids sitting up straighter and looking brighter. “What’s the smallest number that constitutes a group?”
    “Three,” said a boy in the third row.
    “Correct. So today we’re going to divide into groups of three and work collaboratively on a sociological problem. You will spend class time today exchanging ideas. Then you will decide who writes the paper, who creates the presentation, and who will deliver to the class. You will receive an individual grade as well as a group grade. This will be due on Friday, but you won’t have class on Wednesday to work together. Only today. Make the most of your time.” She pulled out a sheaf of papers from her briefcase. “We have fifteen people in class.” She pointed to the boy sitting on the end in the first row. You can start the count off, by fives.”
    “One,” he said.
    “Two,” the next person said, and it went on until the last person said, “Five!”
    “Okay, all the ones gather down here.” She gestured to the left side of the room and then pointed to the front center. “ Twos down here.”
    When all the groups settled, she passed out each group’s problem. “Papers should be two thousand words or more. Everyone in the group is responsible for research and developing the idea for the presentation.” The euphoria over not having their daily test quickly faded when they realized the task before them, but soon each group had heads bent and were hard at work.
    “I’m right here if you have any questions.”
    She sat at the desk and took out her own work.
    It hadn’t been only the sex with Beau on Friday that made her smile. She had sat most of the weekend at the computer, compiling the several references Beau had made regarding Charles and her having sex with two men as well as those Charles had made before their date.
    The reactions of the men at the beginning of the sexual timeframe and how they changed as the males became more proprietary was the whole thesis of her book. She hypothesized that each man would jump at the chance to have sex with a woman if there were no strings attached and not care that there was another man—as long as he knew about it. But she also theorized that the men would turn more selfish about her as time went on. Beau had already shown signs.
    She further planned to prove that the male response was nothing more than a biological instinct, a remnant of evolution. Primates fought for a harem of females. Ancient man took many women for procreation because of the high mortality rate. Men liked lots of women now because they enjoyed sex, but they still wanted that one they could put claim to. She planned to show that she was the “one” for both Charles and Beau—males who already harbored antithetical feelings for each other.
    She rubbed her hands together, hardly able to contain her glee. The two publishers she’d contacted assured her that no other book went beyond theory. No other author had been a participant, right there to hear each word and observe each nuance. That was her ace in the hole. How lucky that she enjoyed her “work.”
    She watched the class, taking occasional notes. Before she knew it, the bell rang.
    “No homework this week except this project. Wednesday we will discuss Texas. The state has some dynamic population issues that