Page 4 of If The Shoe Fits

I’m definitely old enough to know better, but what can I say?

I am only human.

Kinda.

Well, okay, half.

But that man is hard to resist.

I should also probably mention here that Principal Tremayne is no ordinary man.

He’s a Werewolf, or aWolf Shifter, as they prefer to be called.

Yep.

At six foot seven inches tall, with a head full of thick, jet black hair, and sultry bedroom eyes the color of good whiskey, clearly visible despite his glasses with their thick black frames—yep, glasses,and oh my Goddess, my ovaries just imploded—it’s pretty safe to say he is the hottest man in all of Castor’s Corner.

Did I mention his ridiculously delicious cookie scent?

Seriously.

I am not making this up. Not only isMr. Tall Dark & Stupid Handsomehot as sin, but he has the all-out gall to smell like snickerdoodles.

How dare he?

The sounds of students whispering behind me reach my ears and I wiggle my nose, sending a lightning bolt ofshaddapat them.

Rude!

Aside from a feweeps, they quiet down.

Oh relax, I didn’t hurt them.

Because of those pesky Academy rules, teachers weren’t allowed.

No corporal or magical punishment shall be inflicted on any of the students within our hallowed halls.

I know my oath by heart, but I am not above getting wicked when it’s called for.

“That’ll be all. Dismissed,” the principal ends his speech, and I finally exhale.

“Oh my Goddess! Did you hear that? How exciting!” Agatha Daniels, the new Alchemy professor, says, jogging me from my reverie as we walk out of the auditorium to our respective classes.

“What?”

“Dora, did you zone out again? Ugh,” she says and rolls her eyes at me.

Aggie isn’t really angry with me.

She’s kind of my best friend, so I just wait patiently for her to decide to fill me in.

And when she does, my heart is beating like I just ran from a herd of rabid antelopes!

chapter two

While I was busy ignoring my overactive and much neglected libido, especially where Principal Tremayne was concerned, the man himself was announcing his plans to reinstate theHarvest Moon Ball.

It was only the biggest dance in the history of school dances. And the folks at Castor’s Corner apparently missed it.

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