My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

should look into subbing in the local elementary school back home or something. There’s always room for a substitute somewhere in elementary schools, those kids transfer sickness like the plague. Also a bonus for me, it’s not like I could get bored with changing classes all the time, and it’s something I can start as soon as I head back, subbing doesn’t require a degree or anything.”

Weeding now with a vengeance, Chloe thought through her decision. She had a feeling that teaching kids, helping them grow and develop would soon prove to be a passion of the heart.

She had performed so many jobs it would be fairly easy to give a personal account to the kids of all the different styles of jobs one could take and roughly what they all involved. Guiding the next generation of workers might be fulfilling indeed.

Chloe found herself smiling. The more she thought about becoming a “real” teacher, instead of simply playing at it for a six month stint for a friend who had the gall to tromp off to Europe for a term, the happier she became. As usual, she smiled at the irony of simply falling into a job. That’s always how it seemed to occur for her.

A long time later she stood up to stretch the kinks out of her legs. Vainly trying to brush some of the dirt from her jeans, she surveyed her hard work. There was nothing like weeding a desperately needy garden to clear the mind.

Chloe smiled in satisfaction, both of the newly weeded garden, as well as her new direction in life.

Now she just had to resolve the small issue of major sexual tension between herself and Samuel. Her plans to seduce him tonight would relieve some of that stress. While she wasn’t stupid enough to think one night would be enough, with luck having a brief affair would work. She was only staying for a few more days—she would have to make the most of their time together before she went back home and began her newly found career as a substitute teacher.

Chapter Ten

Dusk that night

Samuel was startled to find himself restlessly pacing up and down his living room. Having dutifully given his small cabin a quick cleaning, showering and dressing in jeans and a casual shirt, he had moved to the living room for a soothing drink of scotch.

Having taken a sip and replacing the glass, he had finally let his thoughts take over.

To seduce, or to not seduce.

This dilemma had been the main topic of conversation in his head since heading off late last night into the dark woods, leaving behind the object of his lusts and fantasies.

His hard-on, which he had been wearing for the better part of two days now, was eagerly interested in the seduction. Any seduction as long as it resulted in thrusting itself to the hilt in the so-sweet Chloe.

His confirmed bachelor ways, however, were firmly pointing out the downside to seducing a virtual member of his family. If he were to seduce her, fuck her senseless, then find himself growing bored with her, as so often happened, then Dominic, not to mention Mary, would likely want to kill him and the very first Rutledge shotgun wedding in history would occur.

And so his brain tried to act as umpire between the two warring parts of him. His cock was desperate, yet for the first time he could ever recall since trying to decide between the luscious Cindy and the devastatingly gorgeous Trudy when losing his virginity, he hesitated.

What if he grew tired of Chloe within the week, as usually happened? How could he let her down easy? What was worse was the nagging, constantly squashed worry, what would he do if he didn’t grow tired of her.

What if he set out the ground rules, insisted on only a few nights of fantastic, mind-blowing sex, and then he realized he wanted more.

Samuel halted as he found himself pacing yet again.

He cringed with the realization no woman had ever had him pacing so restlessly, not even his sisters-in-law. They often had him wanting to run wild or smash his fist into a wall, but no woman he could recall had ever had him pacing a hole in the floor.

Just as he resumed his pacing, driven nuts by the thoughts in his head and the wicked fantasies his cock obviously reveled in, the door knocker sounded.

Muttering a curse and adjusting his jeans in the vain hope Chloe wouldn’t notice the bulging hard-on he wore, he crossed over to let his guest in.

He opened the door and vaguely felt his mouth fall open. Chloe stood on his doorstep in the tightest pair of dark blue jeans he had ever seen. They molded her long, very long legs, showing the nicely toned flesh encased within. Certainly not model-slim, as his women usually were, but the sheer length of the legs she showed had him drooling like a pup.

A short-sleeved silk shirt fluttered in the slight breeze, hinting at the luscious breasts he just knew were waiting beneath.

A handful, his brain registered, definitely a handful.

Snapping his mouth shut, Samuel grinned. It looked to him as if little Chloe had decided for them both how the evening would progress.

Fantastic. If she’s made the decision to seduce me, then I can certainly return the favor and seduce her!

“Good evening, Chloe. You look fantastic.”

For the first time ever, he felt his legs wobble oh-so-slightly as she grinned up at him. She looked him over, head to foot, in a manner he was more than used to from women, just not from her.

“Good evening, Samuel. You’re looking in mighty fine form tonight yourself.”

This was directed down around his cock-level, and his already painful shaft simply swelled and grew with the praise. He tried not to wince at the pain the restraining jeans caused him. When Chloe’s knowing grin brightened even more, he wasn’t certain he had hidden the wince perfectly.

Stepping back, hoping to readjust the pressure in his