Lessons in Love. Belinda Missen
him like the slightly appealing smell of lazy Sunday mornings in bed with a man who knew his way around a woman’s body.
Urgh.
‘Do you have the lesson plans I emailed you?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’ I picked one of the display folders from beside my PC. ‘See? I, the capable teacher that I am, are prepared.’
He plucked the folder from my hand and flipped through the contents. ‘That was grammatically incorrect, just so you know.’
My eyes widened. ‘Sorry, what?’
‘You basically just said, “I are prepared”.’
‘Oh, sod off,’ I grumbled.
‘Let’s not fight in front of the children, hmm?’ He smirked. ‘Not good for their mental health, is all.’
‘What?’ I narrowed my eyes at him. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘Now, do you want me to stay and take this first class? Or have you got things under control?’ he asked.
‘Of course I’m capable. I just said I was, didn’t I? Go away.’
‘Ooof! Bitey like cheese.’ His tongue rolled about in his cheek pocket. ‘Cracker barrel.’
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