See Me After Class (Steamy Teacher Romances #1)

by Meghan Quinn

The four founding members of the Ladies in Heat Book Club—aka my mismatched collection of friends—each bring diverse and unique character traits to our group.

Keiko “Keeks” Seymour—resident AP chemistry teacher at Forest Heights High School. Her social etiquette is lacking, her intelligence is off the charts, and she’d rather play with beakers than penises.

Stella Garcia—Spanish teacher at Forest Heights and my co-coach. Currently single, makes the best tamales I’ve ever had, and is one stamp away from getting a free donut at Frankie Donuts. Can be shy at times, but when it comes to her family and friends, she doesn’t take shit from anyone. Loyal to the core,

Coraline “Cora” Turner—recent divorcée and living with her brother, Arlo. Jobless at the moment and couldn’t care less about it since both she and Arlo have enough inheritance to last them a lifetime.

Greer Gibson—twenty-four-year-old fresh to the teaching scene as Forest Heights’s new English teacher and women’s volleyball coach. I love running, have a penchant for a man in a cardigan, and can get a little noisy in the classroom while teaching. I currently share a classroom wall with Arlo Turner, Forest Heights most prestigious English teacher, and might have lost my underwear—

It doesn’t matter the genre, what matters is the escape. The appreciation for getting lost in words.”

Gunner: Did you pick out your first day cardigan? Romeo: What color is it? Arlo: That’s not a thing. Gunner: Turner . . . Arlo: Fine. It’s green. Now fuck off.

He’s insufferable. He’s rude. He’s brash and holier than thou. But God, is he handsome.

Just from his overall demeanor, I could easily see Arlo being the domineering asshole in bed you read about in books, the damaged one, the one with secrets that make you fall head over heels for him.

“Those dresses you wear are my undoing. The skirts, well, they’re a bonus. I envision peeling them off you over my desk after class. Your eyes—they’re unlike any color I’ve ever seen, caramel-colored with a hint of green on the outer ring. Enticing, curious. They bother me but intrigue me at the same time, making it hard not to give you the privilege of being looked in the eyes. And your perfume . . . it’s dizzying, mystifying, causes me to lose my frame of mind and puts me in a headspace of lust. Demanding lust.”

Unbeknownst to Greer, when she took my sister in, befriending her without a blink of an eye and bringing her into her girl group, it fucked with my ability to detach. It’s weakening me. Softening me.

“When was the last time a man fucked you?” “I don’t know—” “Never is the correct answer, Miss Gibson. Because you’ve never been fucked by me.” You never will be, and my cock will hate me for that.

“I’d like something intimate. A relationship where I not only feel special, but where I make someone feel wanted, needed, cared for. I want to be able to go on dates, hold hands, take long walks at night under the stars. I want passion and spontaneity, but I also want reassurance that there will always be comfort and routine within a relationship. I want something sweet. Something naughty. Something that rocks my world and changes the colors around me. I want . . . love.”

“This isn’t on the pyramid of health we’re talking about today, but to hell with it, I’m an adult.”

Anyone can make me come, Arlo, but it’s the one who makes me feel special that I miss.”

when I’m reading, I just like to get lost in the pages. Get lost in the world.

And what would you do differently?” I ask. His head tilts ever so slightly to the left when he answers, his eyes trained on mine. “Ask you out on a date. Hold your hand . . . kiss you on the mouth. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

Everything I said I wanted from him, he’s saying he wished he had given me.

“And I might need help, because I’m not good at this shit. But I want to try. Shit, I’m desperate to try, because I can’t stop thinking about you, Greer. And I want to get to know more of you.” He smooths his thumb over my temple. “I want to know more about what’s up here.”

Mr. Turns Me On? Greer: Please, as if you don’t know you have that nickname. It floats around the teachers’ lounge. Along with Mr. Klein is Fine for Gunner, and Romeo . . . well, his is Mr. Roam Your Hands All Over Me.

There are people on this earth who don’t need the touch of another human to be happy. They’re pleased with minimal contact and living their own life. And then there are people who need that extra touch. Who crave it. Who—as the therapist says—love love. And if we find ourselves matching up with that person, we need to put in a valiant effort to meet their needs.

Growth is key to happiness. Growth might hurt at first, but the anguish is worth it in the end.”

“Intimacy isn’t just holding someone’s hand and kissing them in public. Intimacy is opening your heart to the one you love—opening it up—and exposing it to get beaten, battered, and then loved all over again.

We had to hash out every last detail, which made sense in the long run because it has helped us establish a more solid foundation of a relationship, something we can stand on through the good and the bad. It’s been hard work, but worth putting the time toward.