break. It's obvious you need one. I'll be in my bedroom."
The door to the hallway opened before Paige opened the door to her room. Marshall entered, a bouquet of vibrant red roses in his hand. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"No," Paige replied, before Isabel could. "I was just about to take a break."
Marshall smiled at Isabel. "Does she make those decisions herself?"
Isabel stared at the flowers. It was as though he was purposely trying to confuse her. She glared at Paige. "It seems that way, doesn't it?"
"I brought you these," Marshall said. "I thought they might brighten up your bedroom."
"Thank you," she said, watching her student from the corner of her eye.
Paige shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I'll leave you alone."
"Paige, that isn't necessary. Paige--" Isabel cried, but by the time she'd said her name twice, she was gone.
Marshall shoved the flowers into her hands. "For the honor of your company, I offer you this."
Isabel rested the roses on of the table. "You shouldn't have."
"I've never heard that cliché uttered with such truth," he said, kicking the door shut with his heel. "Regardless, I didn't want to be accused of taking without also giving."
"I didn't realize you'd taken my words to heart."
Marshall smiled. "Now, why would you think I wouldn't?"
Isabel gazed at the door Paige had exited through but didn't reply.
Marshall followed her gaze. "Alone, at last."
She moved away from him. "If you're going to embarrass me again--"
"That's what you'd call it? Embarrassed."
"Yes," she replied.
"I'd call it aroused."
She made an attempt to reach the door, but he was blocking it by the time she reached it. "Don't. Paige will be back at any moment."
"I'll be finished by then."
"Finished with what?" she groaned. "Don't answer that. Paige could be listening outside the door!"
"Why would she do that?" he laughed.
"She might be listening to discover if we have a relationship."
"Then perhaps we should stop talking."
He pulled her hard against his body and seized her lips with his mouth. She gasped into his mouth, her eyes wide open, searching the room. What if Paige came back? What if Mrs. Templeton came up to check on them? What if?
Her eyes drifted closed as he seduced her with his lips. It suddenly seemed as though all of their differences could be easily conquered. He teased her with his tongue and made her ache to feel his hands on her body. She pushed him against the door so that it would be difficult to open from the other side.
He moaned in delight. She pressed harder.
His heavy hands massaged her neck, tickling the wisps of hair that curled at the base of her chignon. She lost herself in the aches of pleasure that accompanied every movement of his large fingers. She tried not to focus on the other parts of her body that would appreciate such devoted attention.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. But when he pressed his groin against her, it was too much. She gripped a clump of dark hair and pulled.
Marshall growled. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm sorry," she ventured.
"Oh no, don't be sorry," he said and pushed her against the table.
He leaned against her, his weight pleasingly erotic.
Her heart beat faster. "The door," she gasped.
Marshall pulled them to their feet, his face flushed. "Someone's at the door?"
"No," she replied. "But I felt safer when we were against it."
"Or maybe you felt naughtier when we were against it."
She stepped toward the connecting door. "Paige, you can come back now!"
Marshall's eyes increased to the size of huge pools. "How could you do that? I'm indecent."
She looked back at him. "I was afraid of what might happen next."
Marshall looked at the door when the handle started turning. He jumped into one of the chairs and pushed his knees under the table.
Paige came into the room and smiled. "Are you joining us for our lesson?"
"I suppose I am," he admitted.
Isabel laughed, unsure when Marshall had gone from being a risk to her
The door to the hallway opened before Paige opened the door to her room. Marshall entered, a bouquet of vibrant red roses in his hand. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"No," Paige replied, before Isabel could. "I was just about to take a break."
Marshall smiled at Isabel. "Does she make those decisions herself?"
Isabel stared at the flowers. It was as though he was purposely trying to confuse her. She glared at Paige. "It seems that way, doesn't it?"
"I brought you these," Marshall said. "I thought they might brighten up your bedroom."
"Thank you," she said, watching her student from the corner of her eye.
Paige shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I'll leave you alone."
"Paige, that isn't necessary. Paige--" Isabel cried, but by the time she'd said her name twice, she was gone.
Marshall shoved the flowers into her hands. "For the honor of your company, I offer you this."
Isabel rested the roses on of the table. "You shouldn't have."
"I've never heard that cliché uttered with such truth," he said, kicking the door shut with his heel. "Regardless, I didn't want to be accused of taking without also giving."
"I didn't realize you'd taken my words to heart."
Marshall smiled. "Now, why would you think I wouldn't?"
Isabel gazed at the door Paige had exited through but didn't reply.
Marshall followed her gaze. "Alone, at last."
She moved away from him. "If you're going to embarrass me again--"
"That's what you'd call it? Embarrassed."
"Yes," she replied.
"I'd call it aroused."
She made an attempt to reach the door, but he was blocking it by the time she reached it. "Don't. Paige will be back at any moment."
"I'll be finished by then."
"Finished with what?" she groaned. "Don't answer that. Paige could be listening outside the door!"
"Why would she do that?" he laughed.
"She might be listening to discover if we have a relationship."
"Then perhaps we should stop talking."
He pulled her hard against his body and seized her lips with his mouth. She gasped into his mouth, her eyes wide open, searching the room. What if Paige came back? What if Mrs. Templeton came up to check on them? What if?
Her eyes drifted closed as he seduced her with his lips. It suddenly seemed as though all of their differences could be easily conquered. He teased her with his tongue and made her ache to feel his hands on her body. She pushed him against the door so that it would be difficult to open from the other side.
He moaned in delight. She pressed harder.
His heavy hands massaged her neck, tickling the wisps of hair that curled at the base of her chignon. She lost herself in the aches of pleasure that accompanied every movement of his large fingers. She tried not to focus on the other parts of her body that would appreciate such devoted attention.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. But when he pressed his groin against her, it was too much. She gripped a clump of dark hair and pulled.
Marshall growled. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm sorry," she ventured.
"Oh no, don't be sorry," he said and pushed her against the table.
He leaned against her, his weight pleasingly erotic.
Her heart beat faster. "The door," she gasped.
Marshall pulled them to their feet, his face flushed. "Someone's at the door?"
"No," she replied. "But I felt safer when we were against it."
"Or maybe you felt naughtier when we were against it."
She stepped toward the connecting door. "Paige, you can come back now!"
Marshall's eyes increased to the size of huge pools. "How could you do that? I'm indecent."
She looked back at him. "I was afraid of what might happen next."
Marshall looked at the door when the handle started turning. He jumped into one of the chairs and pushed his knees under the table.
Paige came into the room and smiled. "Are you joining us for our lesson?"
"I suppose I am," he admitted.
Isabel laughed, unsure when Marshall had gone from being a risk to her
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