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

by Olivia Dade

Her first year of teaching, she’d cried all the time, usually in the staff restroom.

Hating such an unexceptional face might prove difficult, but she’d persevere.

Being a woman didn’t obligate her to make men—or anyone—comfortable in her presence.

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.