| Author: | Amarinda Jones | ISBN: | 9781465818935 |
| Publisher: | Scarlet Harlot Publishing | Publication: | February 25, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Amarinda Jones |
| ISBN: | 9781465818935 |
| Publisher: | Scarlet Harlot Publishing |
| Publication: | February 25, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
“I will do anything to pass this semester,” India announced in glib frustration to her fellow classmates as she dropped her books down on the table in a haphazard mess at the start of the evening tutorial. She was over the whole study thing and she was only two weeks into a twelve-week course. Who the hell had time? She had to attend college at night and work during the day at her office job. She looked at the people around her. Young, smart, study nerds. She stuck out like a sore thumb. It was high school all over again. Only this time she was forty-three and high school had been a long, long time ago.
Why she had ever thought she could go back to school was beyond her. Initially India had some vague idea that she could easily pass this Ethics in the Workplace course her boss had enrolled her in at the local college. How hard could it be? She was forty-three, no longer the inattentive teenager she had once been at school, so passing a simple course and getting a promotion to become a level six manager did not seem like such a big deal. But it was. All the reasons why she had been an inattentive teenager at school came crashing back to her. School was boring.
India looked up as Dashiel Lombard—call me Dash—came into the room. Tall, dark with shoulder-length brown hair and soulful brown eyes. He had the whole Heathcliff thing going on. And that voice. Oh boy! Deep, husky and sensuous. India could listen to him for hours. This man could make cricket scores sound sexy. He was sex on a stick and he was the main reason she had stuck out the first two weeks of this class. She was in lust with Dash Lombard.
“I will do anything to pass this semester,” India announced in glib frustration to her fellow classmates as she dropped her books down on the table in a haphazard mess at the start of the evening tutorial. She was over the whole study thing and she was only two weeks into a twelve-week course. Who the hell had time? She had to attend college at night and work during the day at her office job. She looked at the people around her. Young, smart, study nerds. She stuck out like a sore thumb. It was high school all over again. Only this time she was forty-three and high school had been a long, long time ago.
Why she had ever thought she could go back to school was beyond her. Initially India had some vague idea that she could easily pass this Ethics in the Workplace course her boss had enrolled her in at the local college. How hard could it be? She was forty-three, no longer the inattentive teenager she had once been at school, so passing a simple course and getting a promotion to become a level six manager did not seem like such a big deal. But it was. All the reasons why she had been an inattentive teenager at school came crashing back to her. School was boring.
India looked up as Dashiel Lombard—call me Dash—came into the room. Tall, dark with shoulder-length brown hair and soulful brown eyes. He had the whole Heathcliff thing going on. And that voice. Oh boy! Deep, husky and sensuous. India could listen to him for hours. This man could make cricket scores sound sexy. He was sex on a stick and he was the main reason she had stuck out the first two weeks of this class. She was in lust with Dash Lombard.
