Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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I don't recognize him. He's nothing like the charming teacher in class. First, his hair. His bangs are gone, they are plastered back with gel. His eyes are clear and even more captivating. He has exchanged his wise white shirt for a slim-fitting black suit and platform boots. Only his mischievous smile is intact. Finally...
"I thought I asked you to call me 'Angel'?"
" Sorry..."
He smiles. This man must have an identity problem to change his style so drastically. I make sure to point it out to him.
"You look...different."
Seth doesn't answer. Without taking his eyes off me, he pours himself champagne, toasts with my flute and swallows the sparkling liquid. As I devour his lips with my eyes like it's porn, he clears his throat.
"I'm not the same in and out of class. But I'm not the only one apparently..."
He approaches me, licking his upper lip. Then he leans in close to my ear. His warm breath slams against my skin and travels throughout my being.
"You too, princess. You're not that hot in class..."
I freeze. I wait to see his next move. I wish I could respond with a badass phase like in the movies, but I just don't have the words anymore and start laughing nervously like a crazy bitch. He pulls back and pours me another.
"It must be the champagne," he teases me.
Seth is as amused by the situation as I am. Finally, maybe I wasn't dreaming. He did stare at me in class. And now he's taking the liberty of coming to my workplace.
"Are you following me?" I almost whisper
"If i were, would you mind?"
"It would be a little weird. You're my teacher after all."
He runs his hand through his hair, looking around.
"Believe it or not, I like books Jess."
" believe you."
"Thank you."
"But you don't seem to be very interested in them tonight," I say, emptying my flute.
I give him a satisfied smile that makes him laugh. He knows I'm right. He came for me and I want to hear him say it. But he doesn't seem to be willing to let go of the word.
"I enjoy the atmosphere first."
"Of course you do."
"Are you doubting my intentions, Mrs. Smith?"
"I don't doubt you at all. My best friend is becoming a lawyer and he taught me to give people the benefit of the doubt."
"He did ? What's his name?"
"Charly. He's a sweetheart."
"Of course he is! It takes handle you.
His remark earns him a punch in the arm. I automatically regret it. His eyes turn dark. He grabs my neck with one hand and forces me to look at him. His second hand tenderly caresses my back and I freeze again. Idiot!
