Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jenna Stewart Read Free Book Online

indifferent to him, and as long as she harbored feelings of some sort, even negative feelings, she still cared.
    “I see,” he said softly. “You never accepted my apology.”
    “No,” she said just as quietly, “I still don’t.”
    “What did you do to her?” Charles wanted to know. Steve ignored him.
    Without thinking, he said, “Maybe you’ll get to know me better through Beau.”
    She bent and took a pen from her pocketbook. “I’m adding an addendum to our contract. Steve is not to have any contact with me during our liaison, nor will there be any conversation about him.”
    “Fine with me,” Charles said. “I can’t believe you were going to include either of these brutes. One is one too many by my accounting. I mean, what did I protest for all those years if I intended them to come home and steal the girl I’m sleeping with? And what did you —”
    “Protest?” Steve heard the word that set him on fire, and that was it. He gave Charles the once-over. “You look about the right age to have been drafted.”
    “I’m four-F.”
    “You’re four-fucking-F—”
    “That’s enough!” Leah glared at him. What had he done, other than call out the fucking coward? “Remember where we are,” she said.
    “Sorry,” he muttered.
    “You should be,” Charles said. “I have flat feet. It’s not my fault.”
    “I’m not talking to you,” Steve ground out.
    “Leah.” Beau pushed the contract back at her. “This is very flattering. I appreciate that you’re attracted to me, even in a small way, but I can’t sign this contract. Not while you have anything negative in there about my best friend. I’m afraid if we’re together you can’t stop me from mentioning him or end the contract if he happens to come home while we’re there. If you take me, you might have to take him.”
    Steve was stunned. Being best friends meant a lot, but passing up the chance to make love with Leah was really expecting too much. He doubted he’d do it for Beau.
    Leah stared at Beau in disbelief. “I don’t understand. You’re willing to pass up the opportunity to—”
    “Have sex with you, yes.”
    “You’re crazy,” Charles said.
    “Friends are hard to come by,” Steve said. Even crazy friends.
    “Not that you aren’t beautiful and sexy and everything else. Normally, I’d kill to have the chance to be with you, but”—Beau shrugged—”Steve and I have been through hell together, and no woman is going to separate us.”
    She frowned at the table. “I apologize, Beau. Of course I can stand to see Steve and hear about him now and then if necessary. Although I hope we have better things to do than talk about friends or anything else.”
    “There is also the question of my being your student.”
    “There is still time to transfer. There’re three classes in sociology and two that I know of in psych that would be happy to have you enter if you don’t mind catching up.”
    “That’s not a problem. How often will we be together a week?”
    “Once a week.”
    “Four times a week,” Beau countered.
    Charles leaned forward. “See here. I don’t have time for that much screwing around.”
    “I wasn’t speaking for you,” Beau bit out.
    “I don’t know,” Leah said. She bit her bottom lip. Steve could see wheels turning in her head and wondered what she was trying to decide.
    “Okay. Once a week with Charles, and four times a week with you. More often if you want it, Charles,” she agreed. “At thirty minutes each.”
    Steve snorted out a laugh. Beau grimaced. “You don’t have much optimism for my abilities, do you?”
    She rubbed her head as though stroking away a headache. Steve could feel those fingers stroking his nuts and up his dick. He probably had felt it at one time. He wished fiercely that he remembered it.
    “I didn’t mean to insult you. It’s just I have a schedule to meet.”
    “You didn’t upset me,” Beau assured her. “But I don’t want time limits on our meetings.