"Ms. Taylor, is it? How many boyfriends have you had?"
He leaned on his hand, bare-chested, gazing at me with a flirtatious smile.
I averted my eyes, trying not to be swayed by his devastatingly handsome looks. "The... first one."
He leaned closer and kissed me. "And the last."
That scoundrel Chris...
The first time I met Chris was a year ago at the kindergarten where I taught.
There was a little girl in the class who was quite mischievous, often getting into conflicts with kids from other classes. Left with no choice, I called her parents for a meeting to discuss the situation.
A man answered the call. His voice was clear, magnetic, and very pleasant to listen to.
I didn't think much of it, assuming he was a young father. After all, early parenthood is quite common these days.
He
