Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
A pencil drops onto the floor and rolls out onto the ground. I look in the direction and see it’s my little imposter and future wife. Our eyes meet, and she silently apologizes. I get up and grab it only to see her use her spare. Damn, there’s no way that’s the same girl. She actually pulled out all her supplies and extra to do the test.
I place it on her desk while stealing a peek at her test. Hmm. She has the first problem on that page correct—little sneak. Instinct tells me that Alexa Mathers has a twin sister. An almost identical twin. Doing a cursory walk around the front of the class, I make sure no one is cheating or sleeping before stealing one more look at her.
Finally returning to my desk, I pull up the school records database and search her name. Bingo. Emergency contact: Alyssa Mathers. I take down her cell that’s listed for future use. I smile to myself until I get a whiff of something so damn edible. I look up to see Ms. Mathers standing there with her paper in hand, biting down on her bottom lip. I itch to pull her lip away with my fingers and then bite it myself.
“I finished.”
Tilting my head, I cock my brow and ask, “Finished? Are you sure, Ms. Mathers?”
“Well, maybe I should look it over again.” Her eyes don’t meet mine. That pisses me off because I want to find out the color and if they’re filled with lust like they were earlier. I hadn’t missed the tension between us. I’m intrigued by this new feeling shooting through my veins.
“You seem like a completely different student today, Ms. Mathers,” I remarked offhandedly, gauging her reaction. Her body tells me everything I need to know. Her brown eyes widen in fear, her pale pink lips part, her pulse quickens in her neck. She attempts to gather her thoughts.
“Just eager to get over you. I mean, get this test of yours over with.” Fucking shit, she’s cute as hell acting all shy. This isn’t the same little brat with a bad attitude who made excuses for everything. This is the luscious twin sister, Alyssa. Her breasts rise and fall in nervousness, stiffening my cock, adding stress to my zipper.
“Well, sit down and look it over,” I bite out through clench teeth and hand the test back to her. She lets out the breath she’d been holding. Maybe I just don’t want to let her go. She sits at her desk, reading through the pages absentmindedly as if she’s so sure of herself.
Using my phone, I sit back and scroll through social media for Alyssa Mathers and come up empty-handed. She doesn’t have more than a LinkedIn account that doesn’t have a photo. I pull up Alexa Mathers on Instagram, and it’s loaded with images. After about a dozen pictures, I spot her in the background of Alexa’s selfie. Twins.
Good. I thought I was going crazy. Instead, I’ve fallen for a completely different woman, and she’s most definitely not my student.
I’m staring at the image, using my fingers to zoom in on the picture. The difference between them is more noticeable than before because I never paid any attention to Alexa other than the necessary requirement as a teacher. Suddenly, I’m fucking obsessed with staring at Alyssa in every single way. The image of her eyes wide open as I breach her womb, planting my seed is too damn erotic to handle.
I never imagined having a family, but for the past hour, that’s all changed. I feel someone put their paper up, but I’m so lost in her picture that I miss my Alyssa. Ben walks next to her and says something as she sneaks out away from me. Motherfucker.
I sit there, unable to leave. I check Alexa’s schedule and see this is her only class. The only one she needs to graduate. Shit. Now I’m pissed that it’s taken Alexa years to use her sister.
I don’t grade hers yet because I need to concentrate. Slowly the students drop the tests off, and I go through each one, marking the answers quickly. By the time the last student finishes, Summers, of course, I’ve graded almost all of the exams. I take his exam. He leans on my desk with a smirk. “You know, since you caught her, maybe you could ask her out.”
The fucker’s a little too nosy for his own good. “It’s wrong to date students.”
“Your loss. Alexa’s got a long line of guys after her.” He struts out of the classroom, and I want to punch him in the face, wondering how he knows that. Then I remember he’s talking about Alexa, who he’s probably seen around campus.
Needing to claim my woman soon, I rush into my office to get these exams graded and results uploaded before the end of the day. Once I finally grade her exam, I’m surprised and not.