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Misconduct
by
Penelope Douglas
Misconduct
by
Penelope Douglas
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Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: December 1, 2015
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Former tennis player
Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach
her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this
stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one
parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…
Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.
Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…
Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.
Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…
~ Excerpt ~
“Good morning. Tyler Marek’s office,” a woman’s
pleasant voice chirped. “How can I help you?”
My heart pounded in my ears, and I could feel
the pulse in my neck throb. I held back, almost wishing he wasn’t in his office
after all.
I needed time to calm down.
But I swallowed and pushed forward anyway. “Yes,
hello,” I rushed out.
“Easton, keep your cool,” I heard my brother
warn from my side.
I bit my lip to keep the anger out of my voice.
“I’m Easton Bradbury calling for Mr. Marek,” I told her. “I’m sure he’s not in
today, but—”
“Just a moment, please,” she interrupted, and
disappeared.
I sucked in a breath, realizing that he was in
after all.
“Marek?” my brother asked. “Tyler Marek?”
I glanced at him, arching an eyebrow in
annoyance.
“Easton, get off the call,” Jack ordered.
His arm shot out, trying to grab the phone, but
I slapped his hand away.
“Watch the road!” I barked, pointing at the
street ahead.
“Easton, I’m serious,” he growled. “Tyler Marek
has a workforce of more than ten thousand people. He may be a senator, for
crying out loud. It isn’t your place to argue with him.”
I shot him a look. My place?
My brother was worried about his career, but I
didn’t care who Marek was. He was still a man.
Nothing but a man.
“Ms. Bradbury.”
I turned my head away from my brother, suddenly
hearing Marek’s voice in my ear.
Thick anticipation filled my chest, and I
dropped my eyes, disappointed that I was actually excited.
“Mr. Marek,” I replied curtly, remembering why I
had called. “I received your e-mail, and I’d love to . . .” I
trailed off, wiping the sweat off my hairline. “I’d love to schedule a meeting
to sit down and work out a plan for Christian.”
“We’ve already met,” he pointed out, his voice
clipped. “And it was not a productive use of my time, Ms. Bradbury.”
I tried reasoning. “Mr. Marek, we both want
what’s best for your son. If we work together—”
“Ms. Bradbury.” He cut me off, and I could hear
people talking in the background. “Apparently I wasn’t clear enough in my
e-mail, so let me save us both some time. My son has no problems with any other
teacher, so it goes without saying that you’re the
problem.” His stern voice cut me, and I felt like shrinking. “You suffer from
an overindulged sense of entitlement, and you forget that your job is on a
yearly contract.”
My eyes widened, taking in his threat that my
job this year could belong to someone else next year. I fisted the hem of the
skirt at my thigh.
“Now, I’m a busy man,” he continued, sounding
condescending, “and I don’t have time for silly young women who don’t know
their place.”
My skin stung from where my fingernail dug in.
His son didn’t have problems with me. Perhaps I graded harder than other
teachers, and I might have had unorthodox methods, but most of the students
enjoyed my class, including Christian. When he participated. If he ever
challenged me, it was because his father wouldn’t allow him the freedom to have
the tools to participate like all the other students.
“Now, can I get on with my day and consider this
issue settled?” he sniped.
Heat spread over my skin, and I bared my teeth.
“You can go to hell,” I shot back, raging. “No wonder he can’t stand you.”
“Easton!” Jack burst out next me.
But it was too late. My eyes widened, and my
hand tingled, nearly losing grip on the phone.
What the hell did I just say?
~
About the Author ~
Penelope Douglas is the
New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the
Fall Away series.
She dresses for autumn
year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood
in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or...
You know what? It doesn't
matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.
She lives in Las Vegas
with her husband and daughter.
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