He's the hot new Spanish teacher.
I'm the principal.
That spells trouble with a capital T.
I never thought I would be interested in a man again. Between steering a teenager toward manhood and running the highest-ranking elementary school in Azalea County, I don't have time for anything more than a fictional book boyfriend.
Then, Mr. Morales strolled down my hall and
hola'd
his way straight to my starved libido.
Work used to be my sanctuary. Now, every day is sweet torture.
I can't lead a staff meeting without picturing him naked. One smile renders me speechless. I'm swooning in the halls, and it's not because a student brought tuna fish for lunch.
I may be hot for teacher, but I'll never have another man in my life.
Especially one like Mr. Morales who's more trouble than he's wor
th.