I stepped back, and it was Rand’s turn to frown. He snatched the cell from me. “Kurt, why are you upsetting my woman?”
I bit my lip at his protectiveness.
“Uh huh, uh huh. Oh. That’s good then. Here.” He thrust the phone back at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I took the phone back.
“Kurt?”
“You got a good one there, Natalie. A little bit bossy though.”
I laughed some more which made Rand frown.
“The job’s yours.”
“I know nothing about a marching band. I don’t even have a teaching license.”
He made a funny scoffing sound. “The job’s yours,” he repeated. “Think about it and get back to me. School starts in a few weeks.”
I thanked him and ended the call.
“Well?” Rand asked, pulling me back into his arms again.
“Well, it’s a job. Doing music. Here.”
“I think you’d be good at it.”
I’d never considered teaching high school before. But the idea was appealing. Kids were the ones who needed the nudge toward music, to discover how it could enrich their lives. God, there was so much I could do with a music program although I wasn’t sure about the marching band part.
“I wouldn’t have to open the B&B after all.”
Rand chuckled. “Do I get to call you Miss Sheffield now?”
I felt the hard prod of his dick against my belly.
“Got a school teacher fetish?” I asked.
“I’ve been bad.”
I hopped up into his arms, and he made a funny sound of surprise as he caught me with his hands on my ass. I grinned at him. “You want sexual payment to build my new house, and you’ve got a teacher thing. Any other kinks I should know about?”
He squeezed my butt playfully and walked me back toward his truck. “Let’s get back to the cabin, and I’ll show you every single one.”