““l. She dared one more quick look at the tat, but her attention soon moved to the size of the muscle on which it had been inked. Definitely leer-worthy. When he passed beside her on his way toward the back of the room, she caught a whiff of sexy aftershave and stifled a groan. Millicent was going to be all a-twitter over him. Tara just knew it. When she heard someone behind her whisper, “He’s sooo hot,” she couldn’t help but silently agree. But it was another girl’s answer that made her curious. “Yeah . . . but no one in her right mind would mess with him.” “Bethany did.” “But not for long.” “Yeah. Right.” Ahah. Bethany must be the girl glaring at him beside the teacher’s desk.””
