CeCe leaned back in her chair, laughing. “Girl, you’ve got to tell me now.”
Grace bit her lip, wanting to throw her iced tea on CeCe. “They’re convicts!”
“That doesn’t mean they aren’t hot. Don’t you watch Prison Wives, Cops, or Studs Behind Bars?”
“No, I don’t.” Grace straightened primly in her seat.
“You should. There’s one or two I’m thinking of getting onto the visitors’ list for.”
“You’re not,” Grace said, shocked.
“No, but I thought about it. Be real for just a minute. None of them are good-looking?”
“There may be one,” she admitted as her fork played with a lettuce leaf.
“What does he look like?” CeCe’s eager face had Grace giving in despite herself.
“He’s tall, broad-shouldered, but he’s not heavy. You know what I mean?”
“Oh, yes, I do.” CeCe’s eyes went dreamy. “Go on.”
“He has blondish-brown hair, but it’s browner. He has ice-blue eyes and tattoos on both his arms.”
“Maybe if you call in sick, Ross would let me teach your class.”
“We both know that’s not going to happen.”
“Damn Elliot. He cost me more trouble than he was worth. I didn’t sleep with him, but I actually cared about him. He thought because I cared about him I would give him a higher grade. When I didn’t, he went to Ross and said we had an affair. Grace, he’s twenty-three. Young, for me, I know, but I actually was stupid enough to think we could have a relationship after he finished my class. I screwed up, and I know it.”#p#分页标题#e#
“It’ll blow over. Ross is keeping it quiet for now. Maybe he can get Elliot to admit the truth.”
“I doubt it. My reputation is already ruined. Everyone thinks I’m a man-hunter.”
“You are,” Grace teased her friend, trying to lighten her mood.
“I don’t like being alone, unlike you. I could see myself with a sexy man, all buff and shit. I think the tattoos are hot, too.”
“You think waiting for him to get out of jail in four years is hot?”
“That might be a problem.”
“You think?”
“Do they get conjugal visits?” CeCe asked hopefully.
“I have no idea.”
“It might be something to look into.”
Grace stared at CeCe sitting across the table from her. “You’re a slut.”
“Maybe so. What’s the name of the prisoner you were talking about?”
Grace hesitated. “Ice.”
CeCe shivered. “Damn. He’s perfect for you.”
Grace sat up straight, insulted. “What do you mean by that?”
“The students all say you’re smoking hot. Fire and Ice, baby.”
Grace shook her head at CeCe’s humor. “The only ice that’s melting is in my glass.” She waved to the waitress to bring their check.
“You should have some fun.”
“You’re right; I should. I’ll call Jones and take him up on his invitation.”
“I meant with Ice,” CeCe clarified.
“If I’m going to get involved with a man, he’s at least going to be able to take me out to dinner.”
“You have a point,” CeCe admitted. “But I still think Ice would have been an experience.”
Grace rolled her eyes. “One which is better left alone.”
Chapter 5
Grace flipped through her class notes, trying to ignore the concentrated stare from in front of her. She had managed for the past hour, but it was wearing on her nerves. Thankfully, it was Friday, and she wouldn’t have to look at him for two whole days.
A hand from the back of the room had her rising to her feet. A big smile greeted her as she approached. She couldn’t help liking the friendly man. Max was always giving her smiles and small winks. There was no doubt in her mind he was a ladies’ man.
“You need some help?”
“I’m stuck.”
Grace looked down at his computer screen. “Yes, you are.” Her fingers typed in several commands before she was able to fix his mistakes.
“Thanks, Teach.”
“You're welcome.”
Giving him a brief smile, she rose and went back to the front where a note was sitting on her desk. Unobtrusively, she glanced down and read it.
Quit smiling at him.
Shocked, she glanced up to see Ice frowning at her. She picked the note up, crumbling it into her hand before tossing it into the trashcan beside her desk.
“Something wrong?” Jackson, the guard standing in the front of the room, asked.
“No.” Grace gritted her teeth angrily. The man was going to get in trouble if he didn’t stop.