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Title: Misconduct

Author: Penelope Douglas

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 1, 2015

Organized by: As the Pages Turn

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23605463-misconduct

Synopsis:

Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…

(*STANDALONE, NO CLIFFHANGER*)

 

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His three-piece black pin-striped suit looked crisp and dark against his fair skin, and his white shirt and slate-gray tie shimmered in the glow of the light overhead.

I took a few steps forward. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

His eyes shot down to my feet, and I followed his gaze, remembering that I’d forgotten to put my heels back on.

“Always losing your shoes,” he commented, a smile curling his mouth.

I pursed my lips and turned around, snatching my heels off the seat and slipping them back onto my feet. Grabbing the back of the chair, I pulled it behind me and entered my classroom, knowing he’d follow.

“You came to my workplace unannounced,” he stated behind me. “I thought I would return the favor.”

I replaced my chair behind my desk and looked up, seeing that he had closed the door behind him.

“And?” I prompted.

“And I came to apologize,” he admitted, stopping a few feet in front of my desk. “I’ve been unfair, and I’m sorry. Christian has his phone back, so we’ll see how this goes.”

I stilled, my heart galloping in my chest, and I almost smiled.

Really?

I opened my mouth but had to swallow the lump before I could speak. “Well, that’s great,” I said, surprised. “Thank you.”

I guess I got through to him at his office.

He slid one of his hands into a pocket and narrowed his eyes on me, looking a little surprised.

“You seem very knowledgeable and determined.” His voice sounded genuine. “You’re an impressive woman, Ms. Bradbury, and I should’ve taken the time to understand your methods.”

I kept my shoulders squared, but my eyes dropped, embarrassment warming my cheeks.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, turning around to grab a dry-erase marker to start writing the schedule on the board for when then kids came back on Thursday.

“Christian talks about your class,” he said behind me. “I can tell your teaching interests him, even if he would never admit it.”

I uncapped the marker and rested my hand on the board but didn’t write anything.

“He really can’t stand me, can he?”

I dropped my hand to my side and spun around slowly, surprised by his question.

And feeling terrible all over again. I should never have said that.

No matter how much I thought I knew about him, they were nothing more than assumptions. Who was I to insinuate his son didn’t care for him or vice versa? And what gave me the right to say anything at all in the first place?

He breathed deeply, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked unsure of himself.

“I was twenty when he was born,” he told me. “That’s no excuse, but it’s the only one I have.”

Twenty.

I was twenty-three, and I couldn’t imagine having a child right now.

I watched him and waited, not wanting to say anything or interrupt because I found I kind of liked it when he talked.

“I know what you think of me.” He looked me dead in the eye and then dropped his gaze, speaking in a voice close to a whisper. “And what he thinks of me.”

And then he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know why I even care what you think. You don’t give a shit about me, but I guess that’s what’s so intriguing.” He moved forward, his soft eyes turning to steel. “You’re so cold and distant,” he charged. “I guess I wouldn’t think anything of it if I hadn’t seen you so different at one time.”

I inhaled a shaky breath, looking down at his right hand. The same one that had held my waist while we danced.

I licked my lips, barely noticing him advance.

“You were flirty and fun.” His voice turned husky, and I looked up, seeing him round my desk slowly. “And you keep pissing me off, but it feels good,” he whispered, playing with me, drawing me in.

I knew that look in his eyes. I may not know much about him, but I knew that look.

And we were in my classroom.

His son’s classroom.

I may have had little shame, but he had none.

“Mr.—”

He cut me off. “Why won’t you ever say my name?”

I shook my head, confused. “Why do you care what I think?”

“I don’t,” he maintained. “I care that you don’t think of me at all.”

I narrowed my eyes on him, clenching my teeth. “That’s not . . .” I trailed off, plastering my back against the whiteboard as he hovered over me.

“That’s not what?” he pressed, his voice sounding strained.

He stood so close that I had only to lift a hand and I could touch him.

“That’s not true,” I finished.

He leaned in. “You look at me like I don’t matter.” His eyes searched mine. “And I don’t like it.”

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Penelope Douglas what can I say about another incredible book. Misconduct will have you flipping pages fast to see what’s next, the sexy times between Easton and Tyler is crazy good! Teacher and Parent connection with some real life problems, this book will leave you in love with a story of, I think, true love! Misconduct is easily one of my favorite reads this year!

Let me first say I really love this book, not just because there is a hot guy in it LOL and it has crazy hot scenes but I loved that I almost related to both characters a lot. I could see real life situations in the pages of this book and I really connected a lot with the story so I really felt like I was written into the page of Misconduct.

Easton is dealing with a lot from her past; it’s making her the very cautious and unattached women she has become. To let go of it all might not be so easy even if she has found a man she might just love and a passion for a teaching that has made her fell something again. Her secrets and obsessions are ruining her life and she is not sure if anything can really fix it.

Tyler is a man of money, status and he likes control but a women like Easton might just ruffel the life he has so well floated through. Dealing with a son who wants nothing to do with him and trying to become someone, he might find the one thing he cannot have; the women whom might just be the one!

I loved Easton and Tyler and I just loved their story, their connection and the fight not only in their own life but the life of the past and future. This is a SHORT review but I think you REALLY need to pick this one up if you are looking to reads it but just wanted that for sure reason to do it. I have been asked a FEW times; “Should I read Misconduct?” and my answer is always “YES, its filled with just everything a book should have and it will have you hooked form the first page to last, with LOTS of journeys and secrets to be unfolded.” So I highly suggest it with out giving a LONG review and telling you everything because I think going into this book with not A LOT of info makes it THAT much better!!

Penelope does such and remarkable job sucking you in and holding you there till the last part. She has written anther book that will stay with you long after its over, and make you want to go back in and re-read because maybe you just missed something while sucked in to the stories of two people I think were just made for each other.

I can NOT wait for more from Penelope, I have read everyone of her book so i am very excited for what’s to come!!!

 

Author Bio:

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Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or…

You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><strong>Title:</strong> Misconduct

<strong>Author:</strong> Penelope Douglas

<strong>Genre:</strong> Contemporary Romance

<strong>Release Date:</strong> December 1, 2015

<strong>Organized by:</strong> <a href=”http://www.asthepagesturn.com/” target=”_blank”>As the Pages Turn</a></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: 24pt;”><strong>Synopsis</strong></span></p>

Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…

(*STANDALONE, NO CLIFFHANGER*)

<p style=”text-align: center;”><a href=”http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00U5L7TP8/” target=”_blank”>Amazon</a> + <a href=”http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01063XPUM” target=”_blank”>Amazon UK</a> + <a href=”http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/misconduct-penelope-douglas/1121318405″ target=”_blank”>B&amp;N</a> + <a href=”https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/misconduct-2″ target=”_blank”>Kobo</a> + <a href=”https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/misconduct/id972530324″ target=”_blank”>iTunes</a> + <a href=”http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Misconduct/Penelope-Douglas/Q309835618″ target=”_blank”>BAM</a></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: 24pt;”><strong>Misconduct – Excerpt</strong></span></p>

His three-piece black pin-striped suit looked crisp and dark against his fair skin, and his white shirt and slate-gray tie shimmered in the glow of the light overhead.

I took a few steps forward. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

His eyes shot down to my feet, and I followed his gaze, remembering that I’d forgotten to put my heels back on.

“Always losing your shoes,” he commented, a smile curling his mouth.

I pursed my lips and turned around, snatching my heels off the seat and slipping them back onto my feet. Grabbing the back of the chair, I pulled it behind me and entered my classroom, knowing he’d follow.

“You came to my workplace unannounced,” he stated behind me. “I thought I would return the favor.”

I replaced my chair behind my desk and looked up, seeing that he had closed the door behind him.

“And?” I prompted.

“And I came to apologize,” he admitted, stopping a few feet in front of my desk. “I’ve been unfair, and I’m sorry. Christian has his phone back, so we’ll see how this goes.”

I stilled, my heart galloping in my chest, and I almost smiled.

<em>Really?</em>

I opened my mouth but had to swallow the lump before I could speak. “Well, that’s great,” I said, surprised. “Thank you.”

I guess I got through to him at his office.

He slid one of his hands into a pocket and narrowed his eyes on me, looking a little surprised.

“You seem very knowledgeable and determined.” His voice sounded genuine. “You’re an impressive woman, Ms. Bradbury, and I should’ve taken the time to understand your methods.”

I kept my shoulders squared, but my eyes dropped, embarrassment warming my cheeks.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, turning around to grab a dry-erase marker to start writing the schedule on the board for when then kids came back on Thursday.

“Christian talks about your class,” he said behind me. “I can tell your teaching interests him, even if he would never admit it.”

I uncapped the marker and rested my hand on the board but didn’t write anything.

“He really can’t stand me, can he?”

I dropped my hand to my side and spun around slowly, surprised by his question.

And feeling terrible all over again. I should never have said that.

No matter how much I thought I knew about him, they were nothing more than assumptions. Who was I to insinuate his son didn’t care for him or vice versa? And what gave me the right to say anything at all in the first place?

He breathed deeply, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked unsure of himself.

“I was twenty when he was born,” he told me. “That’s no excuse, but it’s the only one I have.”

<em>Twenty.</em>

I was twenty-three, and I couldn’t imagine having a child right now.

I watched him and waited, not wanting to say anything or interrupt because I found I kind of liked it when he talked.

“I know what you think of me.” He looked me dead in the eye and then dropped his gaze, speaking in a voice close to a whisper. “And what he thinks of me.”

And then he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know why I even care what you think. You don’t give a shit about me, but I guess that’s what’s so intriguing.” He moved forward, his soft eyes turning to steel. “You’re so cold and distant,” he charged. “I guess I wouldn’t think anything of it if I hadn’t seen you so different at one time.”

I inhaled a shaky breath, looking down at his right hand. The same one that had held my waist while we danced.

I licked my lips, barely noticing him advance.

“You were flirty and fun.” His voice turned husky, and I looked up, seeing him round my desk slowly. “And you keep pissing me off, but it feels good,” he whispered, playing with me, drawing me in.

I knew that look in his eyes. I may not know much about him, but I knew that look.

And we were in my classroom.

His son’s classroom.

I may have had little shame, but he had none.

“Mr.—”

He cut me off. “Why won’t you ever say my name?”

I shook my head, confused. “Why do you care what I think?”

“I don’t,” he maintained. “I care that you don’t think of me at all.”

I narrowed my eyes on him, clenching my teeth. “That’s not . . .” I trailed off, plastering my back against the whiteboard as he hovered over me.

“That’s not what?” he pressed, his voice sounding strained.

He stood so close that I had only to lift a hand and I could touch him.

“That’s not true,” I finished.

He leaned in. “You look at me like I don’t matter.” His eyes searched mine. “And I don’t like it.”

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: 24pt;”><strong>About Penelope Douglas</strong></span></p>

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Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or…

You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.

<p style=”text-align: center;”><a href=”http://www.penelopedouglasauthor.com/” target=”_blank”>Website</a> + <a href=”https://www.facebook.com/PenelopeDouglasAuthor” target=”_blank”>Facebook</a> + <a href=”https://twitter.com/PenDouglas” target=”_blank”>Twitter</a> + <a href=”https://www.pinterest.com/penelopedouglas/” target=”_blank”>Pinterest</a> + <a href=”https://instagram.com/penelope.douglas/” target=”_blank”>Instagram</a> + <a href=”http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7139136.Penelope_Douglas” target=”_blank”>Goodreads</a></p>

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<span style=”font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;”>Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;”>Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;”>Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>His three-piece black pin-striped suit looked crisp and dark against his fair skin, and his white shirt and slate-gray tie shimmered in the glow of the light overhead.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>His eyes shot down to my feet, and I followed his gaze, remembering that I’d forgotten to put my heels back on.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I pursed my lips and turned around, snatching my heels off the seat and slipping them back onto my feet. Grabbing the back of the chair, I pulled it behind me and entered my classroom, knowing he’d follow.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“And I came to apologize,” he admitted, stopping a few feet in front of my desk. “I’ve been unfair, and I’m sorry. Christian has his phone back, so we’ll see how this goes.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I stilled, my heart galloping in my chest, and I almost smiled.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I opened my mouth but had to swallow the lump before I could speak. “Well, that’s great,” I said, surprised. “Thank you.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I guess I got through to him at his office.&nbsp;</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>He slid one of his hands into a pocket and narrowed his eyes on me, looking a little surprised.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“You seem very knowledgeable and determined.” His voice sounded genuine. “You’re an impressive woman, Ms. Bradbury, and I should’ve taken the time to understand your methods.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I kept my shoulders squared, but my eyes dropped, embarrassment warming my cheeks.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“Thank you,” I mumbled, turning around to grab a dry-erase marker to start writing the schedule on the board for when then kids came back on Thursday.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“Christian talks about your class,” he said behind me. “I can tell your teaching interests him, even if he would never admit it.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I uncapped the marker and rested my hand on the board but didn’t write anything.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“He really can’t stand me, can he?”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I dropped my hand to my side and spun around slowly, surprised by his question.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>And feeling terrible all over again. I should never have said that.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>No matter how much I thought I knew about him, they were nothing more than assumptions. Who was I to insinuate his son didn’t care for him or vice versa? And what gave me the right to say anything at all in the first place?</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>He breathed deeply, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked unsure of himself.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“I was twenty when he was born,” he told me. “That’s no excuse, but it’s the only one I have.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”><i>Twenty.</i></span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I was twenty-three, and I couldn’t imagine having a child right now.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I watched him and waited, not wanting to say anything or interrupt because I found I kind of liked it when he talked.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“I know what you think of me.” He looked me dead in the eye and then dropped his gaze, speaking in a voice close to a whisper. “And what he thinks of me.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>And then he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know why I even care what you think. You don’t give a shit about me, but I guess that’s what’s so intriguing.” He moved forward, his soft eyes turning to steel. “You’re so cold and distant,” he charged. “I guess I wouldn’t think anything of it if I hadn’t seen you so different at one time.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I inhaled a shaky breath, looking down at his right hand. The same one that had held my waist while we danced.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I licked my lips, barely noticing him advance.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“You were flirty and fun.” His voice turned husky, and I looked up, seeing him round my desk slowly. “And you keep pissing me off, but it feels good,” he whispered, playing with me, drawing me in.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I knew that look in his eyes. I may not know much about him, but I knew that look.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>And we were in my classroom.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I may have had little shame, but he had none.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>He cut me off. “Why won’t you ever say my name?”&nbsp;</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I shook my head, confused. “Why do you care what I think?”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“I don’t,” he maintained. “I care that you don’t think of me at all.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>I narrowed my eyes on him, clenching my teeth. “That’s not . . .” I trailed off, plastering my back against the whiteboard as he hovered over me.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“That’s not what?” he pressed, his voice sounding strained.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>He stood so close that I had only to lift a hand and I could touch him.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>“That’s not true,” I finished.</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;”>He leaned in. “You look at me like I don’t matter.” His eyes searched mine. “And I don’t like it.”</span></div>

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<span style=”font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;”>She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or…</span><br />

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