Every Minute by C J Burright

Author:C J Burright [Burright, C J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Eroitc Romance Fiction
ISBN: 9781913186937
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2019-12-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

During Friday afternoon recess, Garret rapped his knuckles on Adara’s desk and waited until she raised her head from the red-pen artwork on some unlucky student’s paper. “How’s online-dating bachelorette number one feeling today?”

She grimaced, and while the expression was intended to convey displeasure, it merely drew his attention to her lovely mouth and reignited the memories from the previous night. He’d replayed kissing her uncountable times, imagination taking him to what might have progressed if Gia hadn’t called. Grieving or not, the woman deserved a vicious hangover.

“The aspirin and water I made her chug after puking and before passing out worked like a charm.” Another angry, red line scratched into existence, joining the others on the paper. Someone wasn’t getting an A. “She dragged me off the couch before my alarm went off, the witch.”

“Nice of you to stay with her last night.” He propped his hip on the edge of her desk and crossed his ankles. “I would have preferred to have you all to myself.”

Adara sat back in her chair and gave him the look he’d pegged as her third-grader seek and destroy. “Mr. Ambrose, despite the occurrences last night, which I appreciate—”

“And enjoyed.” He grinned.

Her eyes narrowed. “We’re at work, surrounded by impressionable young minds.”

He made a show of looking around the empty classroom. “It’s recess, darling. Break time.”

In answer, she jerked open a drawer, grabbed a pink pad of paper and scribbled something on it. A quick rip and she handed the top paper to him.

Reading it, he laughed. “Detention in third grade?”

“For calling me ‘darling’.” One eyebrow quirked up.

Slow and suggestive, he eased his gaze from her eyes to her full mouth and lingered there. “I could conjure many more names I’d like to call you, Miss Dumont—enough to make an impression, no matter the age.” He leaned forward and dropped his voice to a murmur, inhaling her coconut shampoo. “I can’t stop thinking about you, how sweet your lips were on mine.”

“Stop it. Seriously.” A hiss entered her whisper, but she couldn’t hide the flush in her pale cheeks or the fast beat of her pulse against her collarbone. “Sexual harassment, Ambrose.”

“I believe all harassment was utterly under your control last night, neshama.”

“Tonight.” She jabbed a finger in his face. “I’m looking that word up tonight. I’m sure it’s synonymous with ‘pushover’, ‘sucker’ and ‘morons who fall into musician traps’.”

He resisted caressing that one lock of glossy raven hair that shadowed her face, tucking it behind her ear so the delicate angles of her bone structure would be on full display. She had no idea the beauty lying in every line, and that unawareness only made her more intriguing. “If you care to postpone your canvassing preparations, it so happens that I’m free tonight, to aid in your word research.”

“Now you’re implying I’m incompetent.” She folded her arms and sniffed, the twinkle in her eyes betraying her.

“Stubborn. There’s a difference.” He flashed a smile. “Admittedly, I have an agenda for coming over.”

“Wow. Shocker.

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