Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) by Jean St. Claire Read Free Book Online

young man?" she asked sternly.
    "Anthony Lilly," Anthony replied. "But the fellas call me Tony the Great One."
    "Well, the Great One ," Keisha said mockingly, "I'm going to ask that you have some respect for when other people are speaking."
    His cheeks turning red, Anthony ducked his head. "Yes, M'am."
    Keisha smiled at this and continued on.
    When she got to Zack, he stood up unsteadily, suddenly anxious.
    "Name's Zack Palmer," he said quietly, nervously sticking his hands into his pockets. "I'm on the school's swim team and I just won our school an important game against a rival team last week."
    God, I sound so dumb, he thought. I sound like I am boasting my ass off.
    "And he's the mayor's son," Randal had to add. "So watch how you grade him."
    Several students giggled at the joke, but an expression of interest crossed Keisha's face.
    "Are you really the mayor's son?" she asked.
    His face burning, Zack nodded. He was going to kill Randal.
    "Interesting," she murmured. Then she continued on with roll call.
    After she was done, she beamed at the room while clasping the clipboard against her large breasts. "Thank you so much for telling me your stories and allowing me to get to know you all a little better. Now you all know I have six other classrooms full of students that I have to teach, so forgive me if I forget some of your names or mix you up sometimes."
    Randal snorted, waving a hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about that. Mrs. Witherby was half-blind and called us by other peoples' names all the time."
    Chuckling, Keisha moved over to her new desk and set the clipboard down, grabbing a stack of papers. "As I understand, Mrs. Witherby had a quiz scheduled for today. So I'll be handing these out." She began walking around the room setting down the papers on her students' desk. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to come up to my desk and ask me."
    When she passed by Zack, dropping his quiz on his desk, he was taken by the mysterious scent that clung to the older woman's flesh. It was spicy-smelling, but also very sweet.
    "Alright class," she said to them all when she was done. Glancing at a watch on her wrist, she said, "You have until the rest of the class period to finish the test." She smiled encouragingly. "Good luck."
    It was hard for Zack to concentrate when the timer started. The woman was like a breath of fresh air. And though it galled him to admit it, he was heavily attracted to her.
    He was halfway through his test when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.
    Glancing up at the teacher's desk, he saw that the sexy woman was enthralled with looking over Mrs. Witherby's notes. Setting his pencil down, he took out his phone.
    God damn, I'd totally bang that shit.  - Anthony
    Before he could put the phone away another text came in.
    I'm not into black chicks, but our new teacher is hot. - Joseph
    A message quickly popped up over the last one.
    Uh yeah, you can find me after school, getting a blumpkin from our new math teacher. - RB
    Stifling a chuckle, Zack put his phone back into his pocket. He totally agreed with the guys. Their new teacher was hot as hell, and more surprisingly, she was black.
    Concentrate man.
    His mind filled with lustful images of his new math teacher, Zack struggled for the rest of the period to finish his test.

Chapter 6
    T here was a knock on Davonte's door.
    Quickly closing the porn site that was open on his laptop screen, Davonte straightened his dress shirt and called, "Come in."
    Cindy James, his supervisor's secretary walked into the enclosed office, her cloying perfume immediately permeating the air.
    Oh lord , Davonte groaned inwardly at the sight of the blonde, white woman. What the bitch want this time?
    "Hello Davonte," Cindy greeted with a smile. She was dressed in her usual today, a high fashion dress with heels. Her long blonde hair flowed down to the center of her back in waves.
    "Hello, Miss James," Davonte replied respectfully, feeling uneasiness touch his spine.