"Ah, Amanda! Glad you could make it!" She heard Mr. He grinned deviously at her and stepped aside. Briggs here?" she asked nervously, clutching to the thin handle of the small bag draped over her shoulder. She could feel heat rising to her cheeks, mentally noting how unbelievably sexy this man was before her. He stared at her while she looked him up and down. He was taller, about 6 foot, and he had longer black hair with equally dark eyes. The man on the other side was definitely not her teacher. Maybe he has a friend over? She thought to herself just as the door swung open. Wesley was a younger teacher with a lean, athletic build. That way she looked more presentable and knocked on the door three times.įrom the other side of the door, she could hear male voices. She straightened her tanktop and her shorts once she got to the door. His new Mustang was sitting in the Garage, confirming that he was home. Her black flats made little taps with her footsteps while she made her way up her teacher's driveway. Did he have soft, short waves in his hair with green eyes like his father? Or maybe he looked more like his mother? She had never seen Wesley's wife, however, so she went with the visualization of a little Wesley. She was unaware that he had a son, so her mind was riddled with thoughts of what he may be like. ![]() The teacher was Wesley Briggs, who was actively teaching her first period History class. That night, she had a late job taking care of her teacher's son. If there wasn't much else to be excited about, there was at least that. She loved kids, and taking care of them came to her naturally. As an 18 year old with a banged up old car and struggling with her last year of highschool, it was easy to find babysitting jobs here and there to make an extra few dollars. Amanda had been working as a babysitter for just under a year.
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