Fly on the Wall

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Authors: Trista Russell
talking about working out at the gym?” He walked out of the door and left me tempted to follow. As good-looking as Doran was, there was something wrong about him, something about his sexy brown eyes I didn’t trust, plus I had promised myself to never again get involved with anyone who worked at the school. But damn, Doran looked like he’d be one hell of a booty call.
    I made my way from my classroom to the parking lot, and I received many interesting stares from the boys on the football team. When the short, husky player whistled at me, I stopped and turned toward the chain-linked fence.
    â€œYou better watch your mouth, Justin McGregor.”
    He smiled. “You look good, Ms. Patrick.”
    In total I’d lost eighty-five pounds. It took me a year; however, the last twenty pounds were dropped over the summer, so what the students were seeing was still more of a shock than last year . . . It just kept getting better.
    I hopped into my car and hit the Florida Turnpike north. Within ten minutes, my Acura went from pushing eighty to traffic “parking lot” style, and I was in the center lane.
    â€œShit. I should’ve gone to the gym.” My phone was ringing. I dug around inside my purse until I saw the flashing blue light. “Hello?”
    â€œDon’t get on the turnpike.”
    â€œToo late for that. I’m stuck.” I laughed. “You should’ve called me fifteen minutes ago.”
    Toni giggled. “Sorry, I just turned to the news.”
    â€œNo problem.” I smiled. “What’s going on?”
    â€œAn overturned tractor-trailer.”
    â€œAgain?” It seemed to happen at least once a week now.
    â€œYep,” Toni said. “Someone in another car died. I was calling to make sure it wasn’t you.”
    â€œAw, what a friend,” I joked. “It’s not me, but if you want to call the credit card companies and tell them that it’s me, that’ll be all right with me.”
    â€œCrazy girl,” she said. “Are you on your way to the gym?”
    I looked around to see if there was any way around or backward to get free of this mess. “No, I decided to skip out today.”
    â€œWow! You missed an opportunity with Mr. Best?” she teased.
    â€œHis last name is Bess, not Best,” I corrected her, but I knew what she was hinting at.
    â€œWell, you damn sure act like he’s Mr. Best, as in the best damn thing period.” She laughed.
    â€œWhatever.” I brushed her off. “But he did flirt with me a little again today.”
    â€œI told you that the man likes you.”
    â€œI don’t know about all of that, Toni.”
    She asked, “Then why else would he say some of the things that he does to you?”
    I confessed, “I know that he’d sleep with me, but I won’t say that he likes me.” I added, “There’s a big difference between those two things.”
    â€œOkay, he wants to do you,” she said. “So, what’s the damn problem? You wanna do him too, don’t you?”
    â€œThe damn problem is that that’s not what I’m in the market for,” I preached. “Yes, I find him interestingly attractive, but he clearly just wants sex.” I continued. “Doran doesn’t want or know how to be anybody’s man from what I’ve seen.”
    â€œWhat have you seen?” she asked, hungry for detail.
    â€œHmmm.” I contemplated which example to use. “All right, last week while we were working out, this chick walked past us and he, without ever looking away from her ass, said ‘Do you know what I could do with that?’ “ I paused. “Why in the hell would he say something like that in front of me if he liked me? I’m not one of his guy friends. We haven’t even known one another long enough for him to be so comfortable. The man isn’t ready for me because I’m not one of those

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