Book: Always You
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Tour Organized by: Indie Sage, LLC
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1fhRuqt
I was thrilled when I was offered a graduate teaching position at the prestigious Tennerson Girls Academy. At twenty-three, this would be my first ‘real’ teaching assignment. Working at the elite boarding school, home to the daughters of some of the wealthiest people in the world, was a great opportunity that I would’ve been stupid to pass up.
One week into my new job, and I suddenly had no idea why I chose high school…I was a seventeen year old boy once, I knew how teenage girls behaved.
You can’t even imagine the hell of trying to teach thirty, hormonal driven seventeen year olds who have been cooped up, away from any male contact.
I could handle the whispers every time I entered the room. I could even handle the obvious attempts at gaining my attention. What I couldn’t handle was her…
Rich bitches and way too many rules. Was it any wonder that I hated school?
Add to that the lack of male contact, and I was going insane. Like literally. I wasn’t used to this. A year ago I was normal. I had a boyfriend, friends and a loving family. There is nothing normal about me anymore, and nobody here lets me forget that.
My name is Wrenn, and I’m only here because my aunt took me in after what happened, but my aunt also happens to be the headmistress of this academy…Can you see my problem?
I’m hated for my lack of money, and I’m hated for who my Aunt is.
Then he arrived. Dalton Reed. My new history teacher.
Slowly, he helped me see that even in the worst situations, there is always hope.
About the Author:
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
I laughed. “Trust me, they do. I’m the niece of the headmistress and I don’t come from a family of big money. Add to that all the ‘special’ attention I used to get from teachers who were just trying to look out for me, and what’s to not like?” I joked. I shrugged. “Not that I care. With the exception of Kass, I’d prefer not to know any of my peers. I focus on my schoolwork and grades. That’s it. Two more months and I’m free. Less than two months. Six weeks. Thank God for extra credit and early graduation.”
He was silent for a moment. “Anyone who chooses not to get to know you is missing out. Not you. You’re unlike anyone I’ve met.” He looked up and met my gaze; those incredible blue eyes were staring right into my soul. It gave me goose bumps. This guy made me feel like I wanted to live. Really live, not just go through the motions of day to day life.
“It’s just my mom and I. Dad died when I was fifteen. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher, though originally I wanted to go with elementary.”
“Why did you go with high school?” I asked curiously.
He shrugged. “Last minute decision,” he said with a smile.
I laughed. “Oh, I bet you’re regretting that now,” I teased.
“I have no idea what you mean.” He looked at me innocently, and then his face broke into a smile. “Okay, teaching teenage girls is pure hell.”
I giggled. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. A couple of hundred girls, all thinking you’re a god? That’s got to boost the ego.”
“A couple of hundred girls all under the age of eighteen,” he corrected dryly.
“I’m not,” I said lightly, surprised by what was coming out of my mouth.
“Yeah, well you’re the exception,” he said.
The exception. I liked being the exception. I met his gaze, his eyes burning into mine. My face began to heat. How could I not read into things when he was staring at me like that? I felt naked under his gaze.
Wrenn was the last person I expected to open the door. My mouth dropped. That oh-so-short black dress she was wearing was almost criminal. She looked fucking amazing. Her creamy white legs seemingly went on forever, lengthened by a pair of impossibly high stilettos. She grinned at me, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger as she waited for me to react. React was right. She wasn’t playing fair.
How the hell was I going to get through tonight with her in the room? How could I not stare at her the entire time? What red-blooded man wouldn’t be eyeing her and thinking of all the dirty things he’d like to do to her?
“Hey,” I finally said, finding my voice.
“Hi. Come in.” She leaned against the wall as I eased past her, moving at a deliberately slow pace, making the most of our contact. She breathed heavily, which made me smile. I can play that game as well as you.
Her fingers closing around the hem of her sweater, she lifted it over her head. God, she was so fucking sexy. I kissed hers breasts around the cup of her lacy black bra, pulling it down to expose her soft skin. My mouth fondled her nipple until it sat erect.
“I want you so fucking bad, Wrenn.”
She kissed me and then stood up, wiggling out of her jeans. Pushing me back on the bed, she reached for my belt, unbuckling both it and my pants. I lifted my hips, letting her pull them down, along with my boxers, until they pooled in a pile on the floor. My cock ached for her as she kneeled down. Taking the tip in her mouth, she began to suck.
Oh lord. Fuck yes. Her tongue ran along the length of me as her soft lips worked my cock. My hands found her head, my fingers raking through her long, silky hair. There was something incredibly erotic about watching her as she sucked, her eyes firmly on me, like she knew the power she had over me.