his knuckles and focused on the relay. Time to
focus on the team-building games. He’d sort out his love life later.
Tessa smoothed the paper across her lap. Adam talked too
fast for her to keep up with writing down what he was saying and Dalton kept
scooting closer to her. She liked the both of them as friends, but neither man
understood personal space. She put both hands in the air.
“Hold up.” She picked up her clipboard. “Okay. Our team is
done with the relays. Let’s go inside so I can write down the suggestions.” She
wanted to watch Graig sprint. The man personified poetry in motion, so smooth
and carefree. No, the point of the relays and team exercises were to build
morale amongst the teachers.
“Nothing to gripe about.” Dalton stretched his legs out on
the bleacher seat in front of him. “These exercises are dumb. Let’s work on
curriculum or integrating arts and music into the curriculum more. That would
benefit the kids more than whether we can carry a stupid noodle and run at full
speed.”
“You’ve got a point.” She jotted down his suggestion.
“Adam?”
“Dalton’s right.” He nodded. “We’re done.”
“Cool.” Dalton stood then strolled down the bleacher stairs.
“Guess he’s out of here.” Adam stood then stopped. “Hey,
Tessa? If Graig ends up being a schmuck, don’t be afraid to tell me. I’ll
defend your honor.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She followed Adam down the
bleachers. “I’m glad you care.” She glanced over her shoulder. Graig hugged his
teammate, Melissa. The blonde-haired beauty jumped up and down next to Graig,
smashing their bodies together. Tessa’s heart sank. Melissa embodied everything
she wished she could be—thinner, perky and at ease with men. She fluttered her
hand in the air and focused on walking back into the high school. Worrying
about Graig wouldn’t get her anywhere.
She sat down at the designated Martin team table in the
cafeteria and finished penning the group’s list of suggestions for team
building. When she looked up from her paper, the rest of the teachers had filed
into the cafeteria. Graig grinned and wove through the crowd. He sat down
opposite her.
“That was interesting.” He spread his hands out on the
tabletop. “I’m still not sure how carrying a noodle builds our morale.”
“We have to work together to get the job accomplished with
the fewest mistakes and in the shortest period of time,” she replied. “We did
it last year too.”
Graig rounded the table and plopped down beside her. “Adam
cornered me. He’s really fond of you.”
“And he hates you.”
“Yes, he does.” Graig dropped his voice to a whisper. “I
thought maybe we’d talk tonight.”
A couple of the teachers strolled past the table and nodded
to Tessa. She smiled in return then focused on Graig. “About what? You changed
your mind on that transfer?”
“Lunch is on our own. Want to grab sandwiches with me? I
want out of here. And no, not my job. This is where I belong.” He leaned
closer. “I want to be exclusive. You and me. No one else.”
“For sandwiches? Or more?” Tessa hopped up from her seat and
detoured through the building to drop the papers off on her desk. Lunch sounded
great, but he had blitzed her with the talk of going exclusive. When she turned
on her heel, Graig pinned her to the wall behind her desk.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day.” He smoothed his fingertips
over her cheek then snagged her in his arms. “I want you in my arms and in my
bed. Want to feel your ass under my hand and your kiss in the morning.” Passion
flickered in his eyes as he met her mouth for a kiss.
She bit back a whimper and balled her fists on his chest.
They shouldn’t have been kissing in the building, not when anyone could walk in
on them. They sure as hell shouldn’t be talking about sex either. But the idea
they could be caught intrigued her and turned her on. She opened to him and
sucked on his tongue.
His
focus on the team-building games. He’d sort out his love life later.
Tessa smoothed the paper across her lap. Adam talked too
fast for her to keep up with writing down what he was saying and Dalton kept
scooting closer to her. She liked the both of them as friends, but neither man
understood personal space. She put both hands in the air.
“Hold up.” She picked up her clipboard. “Okay. Our team is
done with the relays. Let’s go inside so I can write down the suggestions.” She
wanted to watch Graig sprint. The man personified poetry in motion, so smooth
and carefree. No, the point of the relays and team exercises were to build
morale amongst the teachers.
“Nothing to gripe about.” Dalton stretched his legs out on
the bleacher seat in front of him. “These exercises are dumb. Let’s work on
curriculum or integrating arts and music into the curriculum more. That would
benefit the kids more than whether we can carry a stupid noodle and run at full
speed.”
“You’ve got a point.” She jotted down his suggestion.
“Adam?”
“Dalton’s right.” He nodded. “We’re done.”
“Cool.” Dalton stood then strolled down the bleacher stairs.
“Guess he’s out of here.” Adam stood then stopped. “Hey,
Tessa? If Graig ends up being a schmuck, don’t be afraid to tell me. I’ll
defend your honor.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She followed Adam down the
bleachers. “I’m glad you care.” She glanced over her shoulder. Graig hugged his
teammate, Melissa. The blonde-haired beauty jumped up and down next to Graig,
smashing their bodies together. Tessa’s heart sank. Melissa embodied everything
she wished she could be—thinner, perky and at ease with men. She fluttered her
hand in the air and focused on walking back into the high school. Worrying
about Graig wouldn’t get her anywhere.
She sat down at the designated Martin team table in the
cafeteria and finished penning the group’s list of suggestions for team
building. When she looked up from her paper, the rest of the teachers had filed
into the cafeteria. Graig grinned and wove through the crowd. He sat down
opposite her.
“That was interesting.” He spread his hands out on the
tabletop. “I’m still not sure how carrying a noodle builds our morale.”
“We have to work together to get the job accomplished with
the fewest mistakes and in the shortest period of time,” she replied. “We did
it last year too.”
Graig rounded the table and plopped down beside her. “Adam
cornered me. He’s really fond of you.”
“And he hates you.”
“Yes, he does.” Graig dropped his voice to a whisper. “I
thought maybe we’d talk tonight.”
A couple of the teachers strolled past the table and nodded
to Tessa. She smiled in return then focused on Graig. “About what? You changed
your mind on that transfer?”
“Lunch is on our own. Want to grab sandwiches with me? I
want out of here. And no, not my job. This is where I belong.” He leaned
closer. “I want to be exclusive. You and me. No one else.”
“For sandwiches? Or more?” Tessa hopped up from her seat and
detoured through the building to drop the papers off on her desk. Lunch sounded
great, but he had blitzed her with the talk of going exclusive. When she turned
on her heel, Graig pinned her to the wall behind her desk.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day.” He smoothed his fingertips
over her cheek then snagged her in his arms. “I want you in my arms and in my
bed. Want to feel your ass under my hand and your kiss in the morning.” Passion
flickered in his eyes as he met her mouth for a kiss.
She bit back a whimper and balled her fists on his chest.
They shouldn’t have been kissing in the building, not when anyone could walk in
on them. They sure as hell shouldn’t be talking about sex either. But the idea
they could be caught intrigued her and turned her on. She opened to him and
sucked on his tongue.
His
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