The shirt did little to conceal his impressive physique. Unlike other teachers at Woodsdale, who were as wide as they were tall, Mr. Simmons arguably appeared to be in better shape than half of the school’s football team.

He watched Alex with angry impatience. There was no lustful longing in his eyes, his gaze never drifted to either her breasts or her legs, both of which were teasingly exposed. Mr. Simmons seemed immune to her female allure, which made him a notable adversary and someone Alex couldn’t easily win over with her charm alone. However, she had nothing else in her arsenal that day other than all-out rudeness.

“Why don’t I want to read the note?” Mr. Simmons asked.

“Because it’s of a sexual nature,” Alex answered with surprising honesty, causing most of the class to giggle.

Mr. Simmons, however, remained unmoved, not even flinching at the revelation.

“To read it would make you complicit, and the last thing a new teacher needs is a sex scandal.” Alex kept her voice sickly sweet, hoping to at least infuriate him.

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