“And your reason miss…”
“Emma,” she answered, crossing her arms and leaning back on the chair. “I already live in a mansion and I don’t need to get rich, Mister Fox. Iamrich.”
“Of course,” he pursed his lips and got back on the topic. “As most of you want to get rich, earn a lot of money, you will also either buy or build luxurious houses, apartments or buildings for your clients. But before that, you need to learn how space and design works.”
“That sounds so boring.”
He nodded at the girl who said it, “It does, but in the future you will thank me for teaching you how to design. So stop whining and look over the material I hand you.”
I leaned down to take out my notes from my backpack when I heard his voice—much closer to me, startling me out of the stupor from his introduction.
“Miss Miller?”
My heartbeat stuttered as I eyed his polished shoes and my eyes drifted over his perfectly ironed slacks, his belt, the buttons of his shirt, his delectable adam’s-apple, the scruff on his sharp jaw, kissable lips, and strong nose to his dark green eyes.
“Y-yes?” I asked, blinking at him. “Yes, Mister James?”
“Can you share these notes with your classmates?”
I’ll do anything you ask me to if you keep looking at me like that.
He kept a bundle of spiral notes on my desk, but I was too busy ogling the short lock of hair that was falling right over his left brow, making him look much more desirable. I wanted to lean closer and tuck it away.
Clearing my throat, I stood up, my chair squeaking behind me as I held the notes closer and nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes but memorizing his bare forearm—ohmygod he has veins on his hands and arms—and turned around to hand over the notes before I lean closer to him in front of all my classmates.
That would be a pretty embarrassing thing to do on the first day of school.
I can do that on the last day of school.
MIA, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER—
“Is there some problem, Miss Miller?”
Yes, you see I have been getting wet dreams about you for a while, and you were the reason I was being so squirmy right now because my panties were soaked just hearing you say a few things about the class, wearing THOSE pants that make your ass looksso…delectable.
Holding back my shiver, I continued sharing the notes and smiled at him, “No problem, Sir.”
James
Just one look at her flushed cheeks and glazed hazel-green eyes, I knew what dirty little Mia was thinking about that made her squirm every few seconds on her chair. It was distracting to see her cross and uncross her legs with her plaid skirt lowering on her thigh. It made me clench my fingers in a fist from scolding her, because her male classmates couldn’t keep their eyes from the revealing skin.
But I had promised to be a good teacher, a better friend to Clyde, and signed the contract, so insistent on teaching young minds the art of design.
No matter how jealous I was, no matter how tempting the distraction was, no matter how my hands were itching to slip under her skirt, and scold her for ruining her underwear—it waswrong.
She was seventeen years old, and even worse, my friend’s daughter.
Clyde Miller was one of my first clients when I had joined the world of design as an intern. He must have seen potential in me. That was the only reason he helped me, even loaned me money out of his own pocket when I couldn’t afford to buy anything else than eggs or rice. Not to mention he was stubbornly kind towards me since that night.
So I had made the wise decision of sticking to teaching and focusing on answering the questions students had. Even when she raised her hand, tucking a dark stray lock behind her ear and asked me about the three-point-perspective in her sweet voice.
Thankfully, the bell rang announcing the period was over, and it was amusing to see how everyone started packing their bags, boys bumping my fists as if I was one of them, before walking out of the class and hooting.
Ah, reminds me how loud I was as a teenager.
“Miss Miller,” I called her as she walked past my desk with her friend, who narrowed her eyes at me. She came from old money. I could tell from one look at her, but I couldn’t give a shit. “I thought you already knew about all three perspectives.”
Mia’s eyes widened a little before she faced me with an innocent expression on her face, her notes in her hands. “I know, but I wanted to test you, Mister Fox. Hope you have a wonderful first day at Saint Helena Academy.”