Teacher: The Final Act (A Hollywood Rock n' Romance Trilogy #3) by R. L. Merrill Read Free Book Online Page B

up.
    “Nice moustache,” I said sarcastically.  
    Danny was giggling behind me.  ”The goatee was my idea,” he said, backing away from me.  
    I rolled my eyes.  ”Of course it was.”  I grabbed some makeup remover and got to work.  
    Danny slowly approached.  ”Am I in trouble,” he whispered.  
    I shook my head.  ”How could you be in trouble?” I asked him so sweetly, he flinched with anxiety. ”Just remember what I said to you when we first started working together.  When students mess with me, I’m pretty sneaky about getting them back.”
    He laughed and buried his face in my neck.  I got the rest of the black eye pencil off my face, and turned to kiss him.  We undressed and got into bed, loving each other until early the next morning.  

Chapter - Three
    September 2013
     
    Life fell into a busy, blissful pattern for the next month.  School started and I was glad I had a shorter schedule.  It gave me more energy to give to Danny and Jane.  I was able to get my classes moved at the studio so I worked at the school Monday through Wednesday, taught dance on Monday and Tuesday evenings, and had Thursday and Friday to go to acupuncture, see Connie for massage, run errands, and just be at home.  Danny drove Jane to school each day. He’d come back and we’d spend some quality time together.  He’d go to the studio at noon and I’d pick up Jane from school.  Nora was at class Wednesday and Thursday nights, but she left dinner for us. Jane totally loved jazz class and thought, soon, she might want to try tap, too.
    The doctor adjusted my meds, so I was feeling great and putting on weight.  One morning, the last week of September, Danny noticed me fighting with my wardrobe before work and decided to intervene.  He was lying back against the headboard, naked, and groaning about how he loved to watch me dress almost as much as he liked me to undress.  This particular morning, however, none of my zippers would zip and my buttons wouldn’t even reach.  
    “I know I’m supposed to be gaining weight, but I feel like a fucking cow right now.”  I fought back tears of frustration. Danny approached and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
    “Honey, it’s what’s healthy for you.  I know you hate it, but you look so fucking good, I can’t say I’m sorry.”  
    I knew he was right, but I dreaded getting dressed in the mornings.  That Thursday, I was playing with Legs in the backyard, dressed in Danny’s boxer briefs and a t-shirt, about all that was comfortable, when I had an unexpected visitor.
    “Surprise!”  It was Patricia, on another mission from Danny.  ”I’m under orders,” she said with a wicked grin.  She hurried me into my room to get dressed and informed me we would be dropping Legs at the pet sitter on the way. She took me shopping to her favorite boutiques as well as some discount stores (at my insistence) and she showered me with clothes to try on.  Most of them were a little edgier than I was used to, but all were absolutely gorgeous.  It was no wonder my clothes weren’t fitting. I’d gone up two sizes!
    Lingerie shopping was the most fun.  ”Patricia!  I have boobs!”  
    She laughed hysterically at me trying on bras and delighting that I actually had cleavage.  
    “Congratulations, my dear!  I think we should go celebrate!”
    After we’d spent several hours shopping, we had lunch, and then she took me to a spa.  
    “Also part of my orders,” she said when I started to protest.  ”And Jane is going home after school with Sasha.  They have the day off tomorrow, so she’s spending the night.”  She wiggled her eyebrows at me.  ”Danny wanted you ‘perfectly outfitted, relaxed, and ready for me when I get home.’  Direct quote, I promise!”
    My phone rang at that minute. It was Gloria.
    “Oh Future Mrs. Black,” she said in a singsong voice. “The exit exam results are in. You can officially say you are living with a high school