**Teacher’s Dirty Secret**
Chapter 26
MISS RAE'S POV
My name is Elena Rae and I have spent the last six years teaching literature to boys who would bend me over the desk if I ever gave them the smallest invitation.
I never do.
Not in the daylight.
The skirt I wore on that particular Monday was navy, high-waisted, and tailored close enough that it followed the curve of my ass when I walked. I knew the exact moment it became a problem. Third row, second seat—Nathaniel Cole—shifted in his chair and dropped his pen. He took his time picking it up. I kept writing on the board, arm raised higher than necessary, and felt the fabric pull tight across my hips. Behind me the room went just a little too quiet.
I was thirty-one. They were seventeen, eighteen, a few already nineteen. Young en
