Professor Richter's Rules by Jessa York

Author:Jessa York [York, Jessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-25T18:30:00+00:00

23

Jake

If I didn’t get out of my Jeep soon, someone was sure to call neighborhood watch on me. I’d been sitting outside Paige’s house for at least fifteen minutes now, attempting to gather the courage to go up to her door.

The shock at realizing who she actually was—Paige-freaking-Flores—still made me reel. Good God, the last time I saw her she must’ve been no more than eight or nine. Nothing at all like the woman she had become.

Putting my hands on my face, I shook my head from side to side. I’d taken Paige-freaking-Flores’ virginity. What were the chances of that happening? The girl who used to follow me around like a puppy.

Her mother, sweet Maria, who’d been like a second mom to me until I’d left for boarding school, wouldn’t lie about Paige wanting to marry me. And now I had to tutor her? Or lose my job.

It wasn’t like getting another job right now was even an option. Any future employer would call Dean Miller. He’d gladly inform them in a hundred words or less what I’d done.

Dragging my hands off my face, I sucked up my pride.

On my way up to their door, I looked at the obvious care and attention they’d taken over the small yard. Pots of flowers bloomed up the driveway. The lawn was cut, hedges trimmed. If I remembered correctly, Maria’s husband had left them when Paige was young. Really young.

I wondered if she’d ever married again.

Their steps held more pots of flowers and a small wooden board that said, Home. That word stopped me in my tracks. Taking a deep breath, I took one more step forward then knocked on the door.

It opened almost immediately. “Jake,” Maria yelled loud enough for people blocks away to hear. “What a wonderful surprise. Come in, come in,” she said, ushering me into their living room.

“Hi, I’m sorry for the intrusion. I tried to get ahold of Paige to set up a tutoring session but was unsuccessful.” In reality, I’d gotten in touch with Paige a few times on her phone—with her real number that I found on her registration forms. Well, she’d only answered once, telling me to get lost. The other times I’d left messages which weren’t returned.

“Don’t be silly, you are always welcome. Maybe you have the wrong number?”

“Ah, maybe that’s it.” I nodded my head, walking further into the house. “Anyway, is Paige home? I’d like to start now before it gets too late.”

Maria jumped at that suggestion. “Yes, yes, the table in the kitchen good enough?” she asked, shuffling through the hallway. “Sorry about the mess, let me move this,” she said, picking up the fruit bowl that was on the table. There was nothing else there, no mess at all. The kitchen was spotless.

“Paige,” she hollered, twisting her head to the side. Picking up a rag, she wiped off the immaculate counter. “Paige, come here.” Maria looked at me, giving me a nervous smile. “It’s so nice of you to come here and help her out.

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