Teach Me (There's Something About Marysburg, #1)

by Olivia Dade

What did a woman that gorgeous, that statuesque, and that chilly do in her spare time? Freelance ice sculpture impersonation?

her brow creased in an expression he had no way of interpreting correctly.

Martin got hints. Martin was watchful. Martin could read and interpret body language. Most well-off, cishet white men couldn’t do either. Didn’t need to do either, unlike the people in their orbit, because they held the power. They created the weather, while others languished in the rain or cringed away from the lightning.

“I have great faith in your allure.” His smile faltered, and his cheeks turned ruddy. “When it comes to teaching, I mean.”

“In my class, I don’t save discussions of women for women’s history month, because if we don’t talk about women, we’re not addressing half the population. If you don’t know what they were doing, what rights they did or didn’t have, how they affected their culture and government and economy, you don’t know history. Period.”

History is written by those in power, but those deprived of power deserve to be seen too.

“No one insults Tim Burton.” Bianca paused. “Except about issues of diversity and maybe gender dynamics.” Another pause, and then she recovered herself. “No one.”

“And women often get cast as villains for trying to be the heroes of their own stories, so better to embrace the role from the start. Make it your own.”

But it smelled like the sort of coffee a god might offer when he swooped down from Mt. Olympus and impregnated some mortals.