The Heiress

N ISLA,

ddressing his new advisory class. "Welcome back, senio

ration. Even in his thirties, his charisma and clean-cut look w

attendance sheet, he

o, Cha

nd flipping her hair. She winked at

, for ou

to see a well-dressed woman entering, follo

rs. Rivera, and this is my daughter. I

eg said, gesturing for them to come in.

uck, sweetheart. I'll leave you to it," she said,

her G

meet yo

sure your daughter is comf

era replied with a smile. He

his throat. "Come in," he said, motioning her to the front. She remained q

traight, white teeth. "Hey, everyone! I'm Steffy Rivera from

by her allure, while some girls-particu

the boys murmured. "I t

hyly. "Uh, my name's Brandon," he s

to laughter. Steffy

ansfer here?"

ere, and I guess they didn't w

parents do?" ano

arlotte cut her off. "Are you

Greg tensed-he already knew Ch

," Charlotte added smugly. "You

stayed calm. "I didn't need to

really? So, you think

," Steffy replied. "But if you want p

red, amused at

n us?" Charlotte snapped, her

effy shot back. "But, like it or

ch," Charlotte his

r Greg cut in. "Charlotte, sit d

an extra chair, tripping over each other in the process. Steffy gave them a grateful smil

this class would be eventful now that these

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verhead. "Great, it's going to rain," she muttered, hands stuf

lief flickered when

et. I did some digging. Would you believe he's one of the scho

cut h

sappointment settling in as she listene

ou in a few weeks," she

elf of the mission: get close to the target, c

attered against her skin. "Fucking

e, Miss

proaching with a black umbrella. Her h

ing here, sir?"

without an umbrella," he

it to rain toda

still came prepared,

e urge to roll her

alk you to the waiting shed

she answer

oo

ked up. She became uncomfortably aware

nd me, Teacher Greg? Di

e. "No. Why? Worried I heard

on't have a boyfrien

kled. "Just teasi

f silence passe

he continued. "They're working on th

You sure ask many question

want to get to k

ose," she muttered. "Push the wrong bu

at's quite an intense way

she grinned, "no on

handed her a handkerchief to dry her

he feeling you

mmered, caught off g

there, you're smart and respectful

h all men, sir. Don't think you're

r en

to the muddy puddles forming around them. Raised in luxury

eg said. "How's

ine, I

pulled up, the window rolling down to r

eading to the vehicle. "Thanks for t

Steffy." He smiled and nodded at the driver, who

y was finally able to e

," George, posing as her father,

lling her eyes. "I don't like olde

ed. "Especially creeps like

ette and blowing out a plume of smoke. Her lips curled