Ten years ago a student’s unfounded accusation of sexual misconduct drove Jared Blake out of his hometown, forced him to give up teaching, and destroyed his marriage. Now he’s back in town to raise his daughter and return to the classroom. The last thing he expects – or needs – is an attraction to a stunningly pretty student in his algebra class, Maggie McCade.
To ferret out a computer hacker and further her dream of starting a high tech security firm of her own, twenty-nine-year-old Maggie McCade descends into high school hell by posing as a math-challenged senior. The last thing she expects – or needs – is to fall in love with her teacher.
Excerpt from Chapter One:
In the normal order of things Maggie McCade would be hot on the scent of the hunk standing at the front her high school math class. But in this incarnation he was off limits. Not only was Jared Blake a high school teacher – he was her teacher and her prime suspect.
As if her first time through high school hadn’t been bad enough, at twenty-nine being undercover as a high school student was pure hell for more reasons than one.
She peered into the classroom. Good, his back was turned. She tried to ease into the room without being noticed.
“I’m glad you could join us Miss McCade.” He never even turned around. Under that thick blanket of shiny black hair the man had eyes in the back of his head.
She groaned in defeat and dropped into her chair. Her bag slipped off her arm and crashed to the floor. The class tittered in amusement.
Then Jared Blake did turn around. Again she considered how unfair life was. High school math teachers should be fussy middle-aged men, with thinning hair, myopic eyes, and pocket protectors. This man was gorgeous, tall and well built, with movie-star good looks.
Somehow she made it through class without drawing further attention.
“Homework is on the board. Page 29, problems 25 through 50. Class dismissed.”
She grabbed her bag and started to leave.
“Ms. McCade could you stay a few minutes?”
The bag slid with a thump back to the floor. What now? Was he getting suspicious? After four weeks, she thought she had this high school senior role nailed. “Yeah, what you need?”
Jared – she had a hard time thinking of this hunk as Mr. Blake – leaned back against his desk at the front of the room, crossed his arms and gazed at her. His white shirt pulled taut over his broad chest revealing hard muscles he hadn’t gotten by pushing chalk across a blackboard.
Maggie felt her insides going liquid. Looks like his should be declared illegal. Nonsense. After over two years of celibacy, any man would look good. Then why wasn’t she drooling over Mr. Hoffman, her squirrelly English teacher?
She could count on one hand without using up all the fingers the number of men she’d been with, none of them memorable. So why did this man turn on the libido she thought dead and buried?
She couldn’t help track Jared as he walked over to her desk. The man moved like an athlete, his body sleek and toned. She could picture him dressed in an Armani suit controlling a corporate boardroom or better yet, dressed in a leather loincloth holding an equally scantily clad woman, preferably her. Why would a man with his looks, intelligence and innate charisma choose to teach a bunch of disinterested teenagers a plus b equals c?
Leaning toward her he laid a sheaf of papers on her desk. The subtle piney scent of his cologne wafted over her. His face was so close to hers she could make out each whisker on his cheek. Her mouth dried up. Why did the sight of this man’s five o’clock shadow stir her?
“You seem to be having some trouble with your assignments. You know I’m available for extra help before and after school as well as during some study periods.”
Available. God, the images his words conjured up in her mind drove out the rest of his speech. How she wished he were available to her. Then the teacher would become the student.