See Me After Class (Steamy Teacher Romances #1)

by Meghan Quinn

Imagine the calories I’d burn swimming on that island.

I glance down at my legs and . . . well, would you look at that? My legs are crossed and bouncing.

Where’s the girl’s loyalty?

Damn her brilliant mind.

Boys were laughing, girls were horrified, lewd gestures were made, it was mayhem.

“Uh, is anyone else fearing for their lives?” Romeo asks. “You know, my balls aren’t feeling safe right now and I’m not the one she’s mad at.” “Is it weird that I’m oddly turned on by this entire interaction?” Coraline asks.

“Alcohol does not negotiate in good health with my gastrointestinal tract. Symptoms of abhorrent flatulence accompanied by death-gripping defecation wreak havoc on my person. Thank you, but I shall pass.”

Suck ass much, Arlo? Good God, man.

God, stop rambling, Gibson.

Arlo: Still in the group thread. Gunner: Mother of God! Romeo: Beer, you tempting mistress.

The thought of talking about different patterns of ties comes to mind, but that would just be embarrassing.

So, Arlo, how do you feel about paisley? Kelvin seems to be a fan of it, as well as short-sleeved button-up shirts. Ever try those? Lame. Really freaking lame.

“Well, color me surprised. He was bitching to me all week about chaperoning, and when Nyema wanted me to pair you two up, I felt my ass clench in horror.”

And, oh my God. Someone hand me a tissue, because I’m about to weep from how good it smells.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“You should have known I was high-maintenance from my cardigan collection.” “God . . . you’re right.”

“Get off me, you gollumpus.” Yeah, I taught her the new insult the other day.

Despite my size. My strength. My smarts. I was no match for the psychotic state of my sister.

“And where the hell did you learn to wrestle like that?” “While your nose was stuck in a book, I was out earning my street cred.”

“Now go plow her into the wall with your penis.” Christ.

Mother. Fucker.

There is no way I’m going to last.

“Ew, gross. My brother is not a sex symbol.” I beg to differ.

Because I’ve never been told I’m not good enough.

Keiko dramatically shields her eyes, but then peeks through her fingers.