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A few other couples were making their surreptitious exits from the dance and Matt spotted a teacher sleeping on one of the benches. He was probably getting paid overtime to supervise the dance but had probably decided not to stand in the way of teenage hormones.

"So, why are you in summer school instead of bumming in San Tropez or wherever rich people hang out?"

He led her to one of the lunch tables outside the cafeteria and sat, patting the seat next to him.

Instead, she sat on the next bench over, but straddling it, which gave him an optimal view of her super-short shorts and beautiful legs and cameltoe.

"Just so you know, girls like it better when you keep your tongue in your mouth and pretend you're not staring at their crotch."

"I'll keep that in mind." He didn't think it was fair for girls to wear sexy clothes and then get pissed when guys noticed but Natasha hadn't gotten up and walked away which probably meant she wasn't too pissed.

"And in answer to your question, my father is a big believer in education. I can't go to work for him until I get my Ph.D. and for that, I need to graduate from High School."

"A Ph.D.? Really?"

"What, you think I'm too stupid?"

Uh, yeah, he'd definitely thought she was more the eye candy and fluff kind of girl. "Let's put it this way, you don't exactly knock yourself out in class. You've spent more time wrapping Dr. Dyle around your finger than doing classwork."

"Let's compare scores on our next exam. I've spent my life around bio-engineers. So, do you want to make out?"

He was still processing her challenge and her question seemed to come out of left field.

"Uh, yeah." He reached for her.