Page 9 of Blue Collar Babes

The knots in my stomach tighten when I realize the GPS, which is directing me to the address Sam texted me a little while ago, is bringing me to a condo complex. His unit is the last of the row. He told me to park next to his red Pontiac GTO. I’d seen the muscle car parked in the faculty lot at school, but had no idea it was his. Makes sense that a sexy man would drive a sexy car.

I wish I had known we were going to be at his house. I would have stopped and gotten a bottle of wine or something. Showing up empty handed is not my style. If I had given myself a little more time, I would make a u-turn and head to the grocery store I passed on the way here. But, once again, I spent way too much time sifting through my closet before settling on what to wear.

After parking my car, I head up the walkway toward Sam’s condo. With every step I take, my heart begins to beat faster. I allow myself one deep breath in and out, before I ring the doorbell.

Within seconds, Sam answers the door and I’m met with a smell I’d recognize anywhere. Grilled cheese. It’s so basic. Just bread and cheese, but it’s my favorite.

“Grilled cheese?” I ask, already knowing the answer as I step into his house.

“A smart man does his homework,” he answers. “Especially when he’s trying to impress a teacher.”

SIX

SAM

I walk toward the school carrying our coffees, still impressed by how much of a gentleman I was last night. My brain was on a whole other level and was definitely not gentlemanly but outwardly? Damn, I was good.

It took a lot of restraint.

A fucking lot.

Because as she sat at my kitchen table, all I could think about was wanting to take her right there on top of it.

It’s a feral kind of attraction—the one I have for her—but last night I learned it’s more than skin deep. She’s such a genuinely good fucking person it’s almost unbelievable.

The woman is a teacher, first of all. Taking care of other people’s kids all day for a shity wage? She’s a goddamn angel.

She volunteers at our local food bank…saint.

And she rescued a damn baby raccoon that was hit on the side of the road last week.

Seriously, the woman should win some kind of do gooder award or something. But I think, unlike a lot of people, she does these things out of the kindness in her heart, not to be thanked or given accolades.

She’s hanging up string lights when I spot her, although it isn’t hard because we’re the only ones here. The volunteers are supposed to check-in at 7:30 a.m. and the overachiever of my eye has us here at 6:45. The tight blue jeans she’s wearing put me in a chokehold, and when she bends down to grab more lights, I swear I almost spill our coffees.

Her eyes connecting with mine pull me from my intense eye-fucking moment, and the look of relief on her face makes me chuckle.

“Please tell me that coffee is for me,” she says, her eyes widening as I finally make it to her. She already has her booth set up, complete with the game she told me about last night.

“I may have asked you about your coffee order last night under the guise of just wanting to know but I was already scheming.” She smiles as I hand her the still steaming caramel macchiato.

She grasps it in both hands before pursing her lips and blowing, attempting to cool it off.

“I could seriously kiss you right now,” she says and her cheeks immediately darken to an almost burgundy shade of red. I step forward and place my coffee on the table as she starts to rattle on, acting like she never said anything about me claiming what’s mine. “I mean, God. I was going to stop at the coffee shop but then I realized it was already 6:15 and I didn’t want to be late so I just skipped it and headed—”

I grab ahold of her chin in my hand and bring her lips to mine, shutting Ms. Heart up in the most effective way I know how. Not that I mind hearing those frantic words fall from such sweet lips, but I can’t resist her any longer.

Her body goes rigid at first but not even a second later, she relaxes into me as I cup the back of her head in my hand, tugging on her long hair just slightly. She tastes exactly like she smells, and I realize she has on cherry Chapstick.

Not for long.

I devour her mouth, and she eagerly reciprocates as my tongue slips between her plump lips. Her palm slides underneath the back of my shirt as she grabs at me, and I pull her in closer until my hardening cock is pressing against her stomach.

She pulls away and looks into my eyes, panting.

“Well good morning to you, too, Sam.”

We both laugh as I start to back away, knowing I need to calm myself down before the other teachers and volunteers start arriving. I’m sure others will be here early, too.

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