Bad Teacher Draft
Steamy Shots
Gina L. Maxwell
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Gina L. Maxwell. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.
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Contents
1. Miriam
2. Devin
3. Miriam
4. Devin
5. Miriam
6. Miriam
7. Miriam
8. Devin
Epilogue
Wicked Teacher Coming Soon
More from Gina L. Maxwell
PAN
Other Books by Gina L. Maxwell
About the Author
1
Miriam
How in the hell is it so hot outside? The Midwestern sun isn’t supposed to bake you like a potato in mere seconds, but here I am, properly baked after the short trip from my car to the house. Pushing open the heavy oak door to my two-story Tudor home, I sigh with relief as the blast of cool air hits me.
“Thank God for air con.”
How people can work in this heat is beyond me. As a teacher, I get to enjoy temperature controlled rooms and I’m on summer break just as the A/C units start struggling to keep up. Not that I don’t enjoy warm weather, because I definitely do. I love summer, even when it’s baked-potato-hot. I just don’t love it when I’m wearing a dress, nylons, and heels.
Pausing to kick off my favorite pair of Steve Madden pumps, I revel in the feel of the cold tile under my stockinged feet as I make my way into the kitchen. I love my house. It’s exactly what I pictured living in when I decided to move to this mid-size Midwestern town for a teaching job. Granted, it was only a substitute gig, but I just spent all morning interviewing for a full-time position and crossing all my fingers and toes that I get it so I don’t have to live off my savings until something else comes along.
I wrinkle my nose as I pull the material of my black sheath dress away from my stomach, trying to get it to unstick. A shower is definitely on the top of my to-do list after I grab some lemonade. Talking about myself and my goals for hours completely dehydrated me.
After downing half a glass, I sigh and peer out my back window...and see a muscular shirtless man leaned over the edge of my pool, using his hands to cup water and dump it on his head. A spike of adrenaline hits me, afraid some vagrant has broken into my backyard. But then I notice the design on the T-shirt hanging from the back pocket of his very worn--very tight in the ass--jeans. It’s the logo for ABC Landscaping, the company I hired to spruce up my yard. Shit! I completely forgot they were supposed to be starting today.
Smiling, I lean against the counter and enjoy my lemonade along with the show. It’s been two years since my last relationship and I’ve never been comfortable with using apps for hookups or even finding another boyfriend. Students like to Google their teachers or stalk their social media for any gossipy tidbits, so it’s safer to rely on meeting people the old fashioned way. As if anyone has time for that. All of which means it’s also been a good two years since I’ve had sex. My libido is practically screaming at me to pounce on the fine specimen in my yard.
Apparently the hand-cupping just isn’t doing enough because Mr. Sensational Back (I haven’t seen the front yet, but that goal now ranks above taking a shower) plunged his entire head into the water. I hold my breath right along with him, absently biting my lip as I watch the muscles in his back ripple. Then, like a GQ model in a poolside photoshoot, he whips his head back, and I swear to God, it happens in super slo-mo. A thick line of water arcs in the air from the ends of his dark brown hair, then he runs a hand through it, slicking it back before dunking his T-shirt in the water and squeezing it out over his shoulders.
I have no idea how long I stand in my kitchen perving on my landscaper, but it’s long enough for the waistband on his low-slung jeans to turn dark from his efforts to cool down. And now I feel like a huge jerk because it’s hotter than Hades and the poor guy is just trying to avoid heat stroke, not give a live peep show to his sex-starved client.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I pour another glass of lemonade, then head out the French doors onto the patio.
“I am so sorry. I had an appointment this morning that went longer than expected. Not that that mattered because I also forgot you were coming today, but if I’d been here earlier I could’ve offered you--”
The man rises to his full height--damn, he’s tall--turns around...and my jaw drops. Because the man isn’t a man at all. He’s a boy. More specifically, one of my students.
Devin “All-American” Adler.
Valedictorian for his graduating class, captain of the football and men’s swim teams, devilishly handsome, gorgeous brown eyes, and a smile that drops panties within a hundred-yard radius.
He also made sure to use an innuendo with me at least
