All I want for Christmas is Mr. McLaren under the mistletoe...
Of course, that's all any girl in my senior class wants, but the crazy hot, decidedly grinchy Mr. McLaren is not an option. Not only because he's our teacher, but because he's a real jerk.
All year I’ve kept my head down, turned in good work, and tried my best not to attract Mr. McLaren’s attention. I’m comfortable admiring him from a safe distance, but I know better than to get too close. As ridiculous as it is to imagine that my brilliant, arrogant teacher might ever be interested in a student, there’s something about the intensity of his gaze when I catch him looking at me in class…
I’m sure it’s all in my head. At least, I’m sure of that until the day he overhears a classmate asking me out.
All of a sudden, I have Mr. McLaren’s full attention. His methods of commanding mine are unethical at best, but there’s something so enigmatic about this man. I can’t stay away.
Not that he’s giving me much of a choice.
I knew I wanted Mr. McLaren, but I didn’t know…
Maybe he wants me, too.