◆◆◆ Chapter 6 ◆◆◆
~ Mr. Romans ~
I was a man of discipline. Control. Thirty years of teaching had taught me how to maintain boundaries, how to separate the professional from the personal, how to resist temptation even when it sat in the front row wearing a skirt that rode up every time she crossed her legs.
But Anna McGiver tested every f*****g ounce of that control.
I closed my office door and leaned against it, palms flat against the wood, dragging in deep breaths that did nothing to slow the hammer of my pulse or the insistent throb in my c**k.
She had been in my classroom that day. Third row, center. Biting that full lower lip like she knew exactly what it did to me. Crossing and uncrossing those long legs, flashing just enough thigh to make my mouth go dry. Looking up at me with
