That’s when she came practically barreling into the room. “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Fisher. Mrs. Ellis asked me to help her pull out her old projector.”
The teacher said something, but I wasn’t paying attention to anything but her.
She was fit as fuck.
Like, I think I stopped breathing.
“Fine. Take a seat.”
“Or you could sit on my lap.” A lad near the front grinned cockily at her. “Give me a wee lap dance.”
“Oliver …,” the teacher warned.
The gorgeous girl grimaced. “I’d sit on a hornet’s nest before I’d sit on your lap.”
“I don’t know. I think you’d like what you found in my lap.”
“Considering I’d need a microscope to find what’s in your lap, I think I’ll pass.”
My lips twitched at her comeback as the class laughed, and she coolly searched the room for an empty seat. Her attention landed on the empty chair next to me.
“Don’t say another word, Olly, or you’re out of my class,” the teacher warned as the girl started coming toward me, her long legs eating up the distance. Like most of the other lassies, she wore a tight black miniskirt with black tights along with her school shirt, tie, and blazer.
Her long, dark blond hair spilled down her shoulders in waves.
I held my breath as she dumped her backpack and slid into the chair beside me. She smelled like flowers.
She turned to look at me, and her stunning catlike pale blue eyes widened ever so slightly. “Hi,” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Somehow I managed to force out ahiin return.
The girl seemed to shake herself as she leaned down to pull her iPad from her backpack, along with a textbook I did not have. She seemed to realize that and leaned in to whisper, “Are you new?”
I nodded.
Her hand shot straight up.
“Yes, Beth?”
Beth.
Her name was Beth.
“My tablemate here is new, Mr. Fisher, and doesn’t have a textbook.”
I dragged my eyes off her gorgeous face to meet the teacher’s gaze.
“Oh. Right.” He glanced down at the computer screen on his desk. “Callan Keen, is that right?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes, sir.”
The teacher nodded, strolled into a walk-in cupboard behind his desk, and returned with a brand-new textbook. He brought it over, laying it down on the table. “See me after class so I can give you what you need to catch up.”
Every teacher had said the same so far, and I was trying not to panic at all the work that was going to interfere with football.
Mr. Fisher started talking to the class, and although I was aware (mostly from the textbook title) that we were learning about World War II and the Road to Appeasement, I was mostly aware of Beth.
My skin prickled with heat, and I couldn’t seem to regulate my breathing.
