Teacher's Pets [Unlikely Bedfellows 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

to explain something. She looked up and saw him, but instead of the smile of welcome he’d expected to see, she frowned as she waved him over.
    “Professor Morris,” he said in greeting before turning his attention to the man. He was younger than Beau with shaggy brown hair and a rough chin and jaw that couldn’t make up its mind if it was growing a beard or maintaining a five o’clock shadow. He was tall and slender and didn’t look like he could carry a buddy out of a field while under fire. Come to think of it, he didn’t look the type who would carry out a buddy rather than run to save his own ass.
    “This is what you’re thinking about, Leah? This…this killer of children and raper of women?”
    Before Beau could plant his fist squarely on the man’s nose, Leah said, “Give it a rest, Charles. Beau isn’t a child killer, he’s a former Marine, just like my Uncle Joshua is a policeman, not a pig. Beau, will you have a seat?”
    He pulled out a chair and dropped into it, never taking his eyes off the man.
    “This is Charles Little, a colleague in the sociology department. And soon, I hope, my lover.”
    That sent Beau’s gaze flying to her. What the fuck? “Well, congratulations?” Like hell. “But I’m not sure why you’re telling me.”
    “Because I’d like you to be my lover, too.”
    Professor Little snorted. Beau couldn’t blame him.
    “Come again?” His cock had started rising at her words, but he willed it down. Something strange was going on here, something beyond her actual words, but he couldn’t figure out what.
    She sighed. “I’m single and in a town with hundreds of younger men.”
    “I’m younger,” Little said smugly, and she shot him a sizzling look that didn’t gain its heat from desire.
    “ Much younger men,” she amended. “I have no interest in sleeping with children. Nor do I care to take a married man to bed. Which limits my choices. Understand?”
    Beau shot a glance at Little, who lounged in his chair with an air of self-importance. Smug asshole. This is what a beautiful woman like Leah had to choose from for sexual partners? “I understand.”
    “I also don’t want to become entangled in an emotional relationship. I enjoy my life and don’t wish to marry or even to have children. I only wish for a liaison. I don’t want to be a man’s mother or psychologist or housekeeper. For those reasons, I want someone who can separate sex from emotion.”
    “That’s why you thought I would be good? Because I scored well on your tests while you were parading around half-dressed you think I’m unemotional.”
    “Exactly.” Her eyes lit with appreciation.
    Beau sat back in the chair. He’d wondered what she had up her sleeve. Still, he was attracted enough to her to have dressed with care for this meeting in spit-shined shoes, his nicest Hong Kong-fashioned sports coat, and a button-down shirt. In the course of ten minutes he’d been insulted three times, by the girls at the door, by the pompous worm sharing the table, and now by this woman for whom he’d felt instant attraction. “You think I don’t have feelings?”
    Her lips formed an O and her eyes widened. “No! That’s not at all what I meant.”
    What the hell did she mean, then? He wrinkled his brow. “I’m not as smart as you think I am then. Explain it to me again.”
    “I just meant—”
    “That you can fuck her and not want to marry her. What is it about that you don’t understand?” Little asked. “Honestly, even I gave military men more credit. Don’t you all think with your dicks and live life using your fists and guns?”
    Beau’s fists clenched in his lap. “One more word out of you, asshole, and you’ll find out how military men deal with life.”
    “Now, now, Beau. Mustn’t let your animal instincts overrule your good sense.” Steve came out of nowhere. Beau took a deep breath and cast a glance at Leah from the corner of his eye. She looked at once furious, perplexed, and