Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

was just another teacher working in a city school.  It didn’t impress anyone one bit that I was a black woman. Not that it needed to, but I would have at least liked to see some excitement in the students’ eyes when I stepped in the door. Most of the reception I received was ho-hum. No one cared. Least of all, little Edge didn’t care one bit. Kids in his income bracket weren’t impressed by much. They had it all. He, in particular, was always well-groomed and well-dressed like a kid in an upscale catalog.
     
    “Good, you’re back. Maybe now you can actually teach your students something. And, so you know, Edgecott didn’t give me a problem at all,” Principal Cantor said, rubbing the fact he thought he was a far better educator than I in my face. “Do you think you can handle it from here or shall I call another, more experienced teacher in here to help you?”
     
    Don’t punch him. Don’t punch him. No matter what this pudgy little bastard says, please, refrain from going off on him.
     
    “I can handle it fine,” I said, offering him the craziest smile I could muster. It didn’t affect him, but at least, it elicited some laughter from my rambunctious bunch of kids, Edge included.
     
    After the principal left the room, I tried to restore some semblance of order. Why schools no longer honored nap time I’d never understand, but I did the next best thing by revamping my schedule to allow the children some quiet, play time. Not that they were inclined to adhere to the quiet part of the scenario, but it was better than the alternative -- a full-on mutiny, care of the little alpha male-in-training Edge.
     
    Thankfully, my plan to take things down a few notches, including my jumpy nerves, worked. The rest of the day went relatively smoothly for a kindergarten class. By the time the clock ticked closer to the time to call it a day, we were all more than ready to leave and unwind. I walked the children outside and prepared to say my much-needed goodbyes for the day.
     
    “Daddy!” Edge jumped up and down, screaming with excitement. “I’m hungry. Can we go eat some paella?”
     
    “Paella? Wow!” I hadn’t realized I said it aloud. I turned to find E.J. sauntering up with all his swagger and sex appeal oozing out of him. “I’m impressed.”
     
    “With me or with the paella?” E.J. asked, nodding and shaking hands with enamored parents. His eyes were on mine, completely oblivious to what the parents were saying to him as he signed autographs and smiled for cell phone cameras.
     
    “Both, I guess. Do you normally pick Edge up? Forgive me, but I’ve never seen you in the pickup line,” I said to let him know I’d been paying attention.
     
    He shook his head. “Usually my business manager, assistants or my attorney pick him up for me, but it’s been a day, so I thought I’d pick him up myself.”
     
    “Those women are your staff members? How many assistants do you have?” I asked.
     
    Edge answered for him. “Too many. We have way too many women, don’t we, Daddy? We have to get rid of them so we can just be boys, right?”
     
    E.J. smiled. “That’s right. When you’re as good looking as we are, son, women are everywhere.”
     
    I rolled my eyes. Same guy, just a few years older.
     
    “I’m kidding,” E.J. said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Well, let’s go before the vultures take a bite out of us.” He nodded to me. “Have a good night. Um, if you want to talk about stuff, you have my number.”
     
    I sure did.
     
    Principal Cantor was so quiet; I didn’t hear him walk up behind us. “Was there a problem? I didn’t hear anything about there being another problem today.” He looked at me with accusing eyes.
     
    E.J must have sensed the tension between us because he intervened before things turned sour. “No, there wasn’t a problem at all. I think Mrs. Jackson has--”
     
    “Ms. Jackson. You don’t have to call me Mrs. anymore. Actually, you can call me