The Teacher's Pet

Chapter 2

You know those embarrassing moments we can all relate to? Like when you are watching a movie with your parents and suddenly a sex scene pops up. Or when a stranger waves at you and you wave back, but it turns out they are waving at someone behind you. Well take that and multiply it by ten and it still won't be as embarrassing as tripping over your own feet, landing on top of a sexy stranger and spilling a dark mocha all over said sexy stranger. In a local Starbucks. At rush hour. And pissing that stranger off.

"I am so, incredibly, sorry!" I rush to get up only to slip and land on the sexy stranger one more time. Hard.

"Oof," he grunts as my hand lands on his face in my horrible attempt to stop myself from falling.

"Shit, sorry," I move to get up but he holds me and sits both of us up.

"Just stop moving," he growls and moves from underneath me. He gets up and doesn't offer to help me. Jerk. I said I was sorry.

Despite his good looks: olive, green eyes, dark chocolate hair, thick brows and a clean shaven jaw, the scowl on his face looked right at home. It wasn't his looks that made me uneasy. It was the suit I'd ruined, that looked more expensive than my apartment back in Seattle, that made me uneasy. I have no idea what brand it was but it was certainly not a suit from los callejones.

A/N: Los callejones--》The Alleys *An area in downtown LA.

I get up and move to get the chocolate croissant I had almost forgotten. Or I would have, had the jerk not snatched it up first. He looked down on me daring me to say something.

"Hey, that's mine. I paid for it!"

He looked at me for a moment and the spilled food on the floor. The McDonald's bag had also spilled on the floor and two Big Mac's and large fries littered the floor. I think someone even stepped on my food.

"Think of it as an apology," he says before passing me on his way out. "Besides," he says over his shoulder. "With all that food on the floor, I think you'll be fine without it...fatass."

Excuse me? I fist my hands and feel my eye twitching in annoyance. This bastard. I reach for the Big Mac on the floor and aim right at his head. The burger flew out of my hand and landed on his back with a satisfying squelch and slid down his expensive suit.

He stops.

"My bad," I say in a sweet, innocent voice. "I was aiming for my mouth but it seems I've hit the asshole, instead." I smirk, so proud of myself.

I look to my left and notice a bag with a chocolate croissant. It has my name on it.

Oh shit.

"How dare you... throw your low-quality food at me? Do you have any idea how much this suit costs?" He still had his back to me.

Shit, shit, shit! Double shit. Triple shit. I am not staying to find out. I dash toward the emergency door and slip out but not before I hear him yell out the price of his clothes. Seventeen thousand is a ridiculous amount if you ask me.

"Get back here, you crazy lady!" He yells after me.

Oh no, if he runs that's it for me. I may have been in track and field in college but there is no way I can outrun the lamposts he calls legs.