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She laughed quietly and reached for her drink. “So, tell me about him.”
“He’s from a local motorcycle club…”
Her smile dropped. “Interesting…”
“He was late picking his son up and I snapped at him.”
“Yousnapped at a parent? I’m surprised.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s just… something about him gets under my skin. I don’t know what it is.”
The eyes? The full mouth that looked like pleasure lived on it. The hair. The smoldering expression. Maybe it was everything. Hell if I knew. Maybe it was the hint of vulnerability he showed when he was near Zeke that made my insides melt to mush.
“You’ve got a dreamy look in your eyes. He must be something.” Desi dipped a chip in guac. After chewing and swallowing, her expression turned serious. “But please be careful. Motorcycle clubs can be dangerous.”
My heart warmed at the worry in her expression. She was such a good friend. Always cautious and careful. “Don’t worry,” I signed. “It doesn’t really matter because he’s my student’s parent, and you know I have rules about that sort of thing.”
That’s what I told myself, at least.
What I didn’t know was that soon, I’d be sending my own rules down the drain.
Chapter Six
Lorena
“Goodmorning,Zeke!”Mysmile was bright and genuine on my face as I lowered to greet my newest student.
His own returning smile was shy, tentative, but there nonetheless. He held tightly to a tattered bunny, his backpack too big for his small frame. He made an adorable sight, one that made my heart squeeze as if someone had taken a fist to my organ.
“You ready for your second day of school?”
He didn’t respond, though I hadn’t expected him to. I made a mental note to call in the school counselor so we could figure out the next course of action and how we were going to breach the subject with Señor Lopez. That would come after school and once I had more details to give, though. Right now it was morning, a fresh new start to a new day.
“Do I get a smile too, Maestra Flores?” Señor Lopez’s drawl was amused, deep with sinful promise that had no place in the morning line of the school.
I stood to my full height anyway, though it wasn’t as impressive compared to his, I supposed. “Señor Lopez,” I greeted, glad my voice didn’t waver as I took him in.
“Miguel.”
“Good morning.” I ignored his correction. It didn’t seem very appropriate to call him that. It would give us a certain intimacy that shouldn’t have been there at all. “How are you boys this morning?”
His lip quirked up at the corner. “Boys?” he echoed. “Sweetheart, I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m all man.”
The words were whispered, but I still looked around to make sure no other parent or teacher had heard them. Luckily, no one was paying us any mind. Which was all very well, because the seduction that dripped from each word was enough to curl my toes beneath my shoes. My thighs shifted together, and I swore his gaze zeroed in on the movement.
God, what was happening? This was way too much of an inappropriate conversation to be having in front of his son, in front of other students for that matter.
There was too much tension pulsing between us at the drop-off line.
I tried to shut it down. My emotions, the reaction of my body. Everything. It didn’t work. Not with his full lips curving higher into a flirtatious smile. Like he knew what secret dripped against my panties right at this very moment.
But then his phone ringing cut through the moment.
Thank God.
He whipped out his phone and answered. “Migue.”
It was like watching a metamorphosis happen in real time. His expression darkened in an instant, becoming what I’d describe as murderous. He released Zeke’s hand immediately and took a single step away from us. His nostrils flared with the heavy intake of breath, and I could feel his rage like it was a palpable thing.
