Page 3 of Forced Pregnant Bride

The tall man was lean, had fair skin, silver eyes, and short brown hair that was faded at the sides. He regarded me with a charming gaze and had thin lips that curved to the side in a bedazzling grin. I recognized him from school events.

“Jake’s dad, right?” With another smile—because I deserved an award for the number of times I had smiled today—I offered my hand. “It’s fine. I’m an easy scare.”

He laughed, taking my hand, and I noticed the one-sided dimple on his left cheek. On a regular day, I always tried not to let my eyes stray from a parent’s eyes. And a regular day was allthe time. For as long as I had worked as a school teacher. For three years.

Today, however, I allowed my eyes to stray, and I noticed that…he was not at all bad looking.

I shouldn’t have noticed.

I really shouldn’t have.

Because now, I couldn’t help but admire the snug fit of his pale blue dress shirt against his chest, or the straight fit of his black pants, or how firm his hands were wrapped around mine. Sweaty but still firm.

“Yes, but please, you can just call me Warren.”

I shouldn’t have blushed, either, but I did. My cheeks warmed up rather quickly, and I blamed it on…something. He released my hand, and a small gust of cold air replaced the heat of his hand on mine. I clasped my hands together.

“Okay, Warren, is there anything I can help you with? Did Jake forget something?”

“Oh, no.” I thought I heard a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t…um, I didn’t come back to talk about Jake.”

“You didn’t?”

Then, why had he come back?

Almost immediately, I noticed his sweeping gaze. Sweeping overme.From the blonde bun of my hair to my striped yellow and black honey-bee signature sweater.

I was twenty-two years old, not a child. Surely, I understood whatthatmeant. He was not-so-subtly checking me out, and I was unsure how to react, whether to feel flattered or repulsed.

“Jake doesn’t talk so much, but I’ve heard your name more than a hundred times in a few minutes since picking him up. He seems to like you, and that’s a good thing. I’ll take it as a sign that he’ll do well in this class.”

That made me smile. “I promised them to do my best, and I intend to keep that promise.”

“You have a very beautiful smile,” he blurted, now looking at my lips. “I noticed it when I came to pick up Jake last year, and I…I don’t know. I’d like to see it again. I would like to seeyouagain.”

It didn’t matter what anyone else said; the young charmer delivered better lines.

However, “Oh,” was all I could say.

“Yeah. Would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime?”

I had a thing for food. I almost never turned down an offer to eat. But he was a parent, and I, a teacher. His son’s teacher, to be precise.

And even though, with that cheeky-slash-over-confident grin and laid-back aura, Warren looked like he would make a sweet partner, there were rules.

But….

My head started doing what it always did when I took anything into consideration. Maybe rules could be broken every once in a—

“Babe?”

We turned at the same time, looking toward the door. Standing between the threshold and the classroom was a tall brunette that looked a lot like some popular supermodel I’d seen on the front page of a fashion magazine. Long, skinny legs, perfect facial bone structure, and slender curves. She had it all. She also had the biggest smile on her face when she walked up to the man in front of me.

“Baby, you’re here?” He spun around fast, completely ignoring me, like he hadn’t been asking me out to dinner only seconds ago. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah. Wanted to surprise our baby by picking him up on his first day in the sixth grade. Jake said you were having a word with his teacher.”

Babe and Baby shared a kiss and walked back to my table. And my heart did a tiny dip at the revelation. Babe and Baby had matching gold wedding bands. I wasn’t sure how I’d missed that the first time, but I did.

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