Teach Me, Part I by Eva Blake

Author:Eva Blake [Blake, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 23570408
Published: 2014-11-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Sarah

I laid my head back against the piano and tried to catch my breath. Deep-breathing techniques did nothing to slow my hammering heart. What the heck did I just do? I mean, he had been married to Madison. A shudder ran through me at the thought of him doing that to her.

Quickly, I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the piano, and hopped off.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hunter demanded, his tone a mix of playfulness and authority.

“I need a minute.” Or twenty.

This was a mistake. I booked it to the master bedroom and softly closed the door. Why had I gotten it in my head that it’d be a good idea to flirt with him? Lord knew I wasn’t a seductress, but I could tell that what I was doing turned him on. I needed to feel wanted after what Ricky did to me tonight. But seriously, who aims to turn on their former stepdad?

Apparently me.

Sitting on the bed, I stared at the phone on the black marble nightstand. I should call Madison. She’d wire me money and then I could get out of here as fast as I’d come. Come. Dangit, in more ways than one. I couldn’t believe he wanted me bare-assed on his Steinway. Even I knew that piano cost more than ten years of rent in my cruddy Vermont apartment.

The same melody that Hunter had been humming earlier drifted from the living room. The dark melody was consuming, something so pretty that it sent shivers up my spine. Did Hunter really mean it when he said I was the inspiration for it? The only thing I inspired from Ricky was cheating. He also used me as a means to get around town, since he couldn’t drive. I should have known better—what twenty-three-year-old didn’t have their license?

A loud crash of keys shook me out of my thoughts. Hunter cursed loudly, and I heard him stomping across the apartment. He took “broody artist” to a whole different level. I eyed the phone again, and decided it was time to call Madison. Hunter had work to do with his music, and it was time for me to put on my big-girl panties and get my life together.

I picked up the receiver and dialed Madison’s cell. She picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi, Madison. It’s me.”

“Who is me?” She sounded bored and uninterested.

After ten years of being my stepmom, you’d think she’d be able to recognize my voice, even if I was calling from a different number. “Sarah.”

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too.” I didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but the way Madison acted sometimes pissed me off.

If Madison hated one thing, it was back talk. I learned a long time ago to keep my mouth shut. It was preferable to be on her good side, since she was my sole parental unit after Dad’s death.

“Oh, yes, I forgot. Merry Christmas. What do you need?”

“Um, well—money. I was kinda mugged in Times Square today.

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