Teach Me Like That (LMLT Book 2) by Marie James Read Free Book Online

not something I’d ever do.
    I go back to the small window in the kitchen. Watching a plastic bag roll into my yard like a tumbleweed on a western movie is the final straw. I don’t care that I’m in a tank top with no bra and yoga pants. I couldn’t care less that the only pair of shoes near the front door is my mismatched Monsters, Inc. house shoes. Jillian and I found these at the mall and couldn’t decide which one we wanted, so we took one of each. It’s like our version of friendship necklaces.
    I hold my head high as I trudge across my perfectly manicured yard and into the demolition zone next door. I loved the man that used to live here. He was quiet and kept to himself. He never caused any problems or disturbances. I never even saw him outside very often. I’m well aware that he also kept to himself so much that he was deceased in his home for several days before anyone was the wiser, but this is a peaceful neighborhood, and it needs to stay that way.
    Mike and Sully have never made me feel ridiculous before, but I’m regretting being too lazy to walk to the hall closet to grab a pair of flip flops. There’s just something about the flash of lime green and electric blue on my feet that makes me not want to take myself seriously. If I’m feeling that way internally how do I get any of the men over here to take me seriously?
    Catcalls and whistling begin the second I come into view of the guys working. “Animals,” I mutter. Their unwanted attention fuels my anger as I look for someone who even seems like he may be in charge.
    I cross in front of a large piece of equipment and stand with my hands on my hips. I make sure my resting bitch face is on full display. They may doubt me because of my shoes, but no one will question my intent from the look plastered on my face.
    “Mister!” I yell at the man in the driver’s seat of the machinery.
    The machine silences quicker than I’d anticipated it would, leaving me yelling into the now quiet job site.
    Familiarity tingles just below the surface, which is ridiculous. All men in hard hats and sunglasses look the same, and most of them have beards.
    Did I seriously just stereotype construction workers?
    “Don’t ever walk in front of a bulldozer, unless you’re looking to get plowed.”
    I gasp at the familiar voice, just as the man pulls his sunglasses off his face.
    If there was any doubt in my mind that his comment is laced with sexual innuendo, it is washed away by the annoyingly handsome smirk on his face.
    “You,” I hiss.
    “Ms. Carter,” Kegan Cole says with more excitement in his voice than I’m comfortable with.
    “It’s not even eight o’clock in the morning,” I complain looking down at my watchless arm. Great. Now, I look even more like an idiot, as if the fuzzy slippers didn’t express it enough.
    He’s looking down at me from his high perch on the machine, but I can tell from the angle of his gaze that he’s paying absolutely no attention to my feet. Nope. His eyes have zeroed in on my chest.
    “For fuck’s sake,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my overly-enthused nipples. I should’ve grabbed a sweater before coming out into this cool fall air.
    “You seem perky this morning,” Kegan says finally raising his eyes to mine.
    My scowl makes him laugh, which only infuriates me further.
    I take a few steps back as he unbuckles and climbs down from the monstrous machine. Damn, the things this man does for a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt.
    I shake my head and snap my eyes back up to his, reminding myself that I’m out here to set things straight. The knowing glint in his eyes means I wasn’t as covert in my appraisal of his body as I’d hoped I was.
    Oh well, better luck next time.
    “It’s great to see you again,” he says closing the distance between us and invading my personal space. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”
    “Mr. Cole,” I say doing my best to keep the annoyance out of my voice. After all,