Page 26 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition

From Mr. Vega.

From Alex Vega.

Alejandro the sexy stranger is Ryder’s dad.

“I didn’t…” I don’t even know how to finish that sentence.

“IIIIII’M HEEEEERE! Let’s talk about me!” The door opens, and Ryder comes bounding into the room.

My classroom.

That’s where I am.

Because I’m here to have a meeting with Ryder and Ryder’s dad.

The guy who rubs me the wrong way.

The guy I might have let rub me in all the right ways if he hadn’t bolted that night.

Fuck you, fate.

CHAPTER 10

ALEX

Miss Stiles is Emmy from the club.

Miss Stiles just sucked frosting off of my fucking thumb, and it’s the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me in a classroom, and I want to learn every single thing that pouty pink mouth can teach me.

Miss Stiles gets all the gold stars.

“Why don’t we, uhhh… Why don’t we all have a seat at Ryder’s table?” she says, straightening herself up and waving in the general direction of a cluster of desks and chairs.

“Did you already start the meeting?” Ryder asks. He is entirely too excited about this.

“Not yet,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “We were just—we just met.”

“We just said ‘hi’ to each other.”

“This is my desk!” Ryder tells me. “You can sit in Cheyenne’s chair. Right, Miss Stiles?”

“Sure.” I can tell she already regrets suggesting that we sit at these little tables and chairs.

Cheyenne’s desk is right across from Ryder’s. I pull the chair way out so my legs don’t bump up against the table, lean back,and tell them I like the room. “I like how it’s arranged. It’s really well organized.”

“I know, right?! I like it. It’s the best one I’ve been in.”

“I’m glad you both like it. It’s a work in progress.” She takes a seat next to Ryder. That skirt she’s wearing is tight, and she hikes it up the tiniest bit as she sits down. I watch as she wriggles around in the chair and smooths things out. She hasn’t made eye contact with me since Ryder walked in.

It took me a minute to recognize her. I didn’t until she called meAlejandro. It took me exactly half a second to confirm that she’s as hot as her phone voice when I saw her from behind, in that Sexy Teacher outfit.

Her white blouse is buttoned nearly all the way up, and she appears to be wearing a tight white tank top underneath it. But it’s wet in a really great place, and Miss Stiles appears to be wearing a very thin white bra underneath that tank top. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m currently teaching my son a very important lesson in how to behave like a gentleman, even when you can see the outline of a beautiful woman’s erect nipple.

“Did you spill water on your boob?” my son asks her.

Or maybe not.

“Ryder.” I glance over at her and say, “I’m so sorry,” before leaning over to give him a great big serving of Dad Voice. “We don’t talk to women like that. Apologize. Now.”