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  Teach Me 2X

  Nicole Elliot

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  Contents

  Teach Me 2x

  Untitled

  1. Logan

  2. Madeline

  3. Jake

  4. Madeline

  5. Logan

  6. Madeline

  7. Jake

  8. Madeline

  9. Logan

  10. Madeline

  11. Madeline

  12. Madeline

  13. Jake

  14. Madeline

  15. Madeline

  16. Logan

  17. Madeline

  18. Jake

  19. Madeline

  20. Madeline

  21. Madeline

  22. Epilogue

  Back in the Saddle

  Back in the Saddle

  1. Flynn

  2. Flynn

  3. Flynn

  4. Chelsea

  5. Flynn

  6. Chelsea

  7. Flynn

  8. Chelsea

  9. Flynn

  10. Chelsea

  11. Flynn

  12. Chelsea

  13. Flynn

  14. Chelsea

  15. Flynn

  16. Chelsea

  17. Flynn

  18. Chelsea

  19. Flynn

  20. Chelsea

  21. Chelsea

  2X the Heat

  2x The Heat

  Untitled

  1. Bree

  2. Caleb

  3. Trent

  4. Bree

  5. Bree

  6. Trent

  7. Bree

  8. Caleb

  9. Bree

  10. Trent

  11. Bree

  12. Caleb

  13. Bree

  14. Trent

  15. Bree

  16. Bree

  17. Bree

  18. Bree

  Epilogue

  His Naughty Nurse

  His Naughty Nurse

  Prologue

  1. Tessa

  2. Evan

  3. Tessa

  4. Tessa

  5. Tessa

  6. Evan

  7. Tessa

  8. Evan

  9. Tessa

  10. Evan

  11. Tessa

  12. Evan

  13. Tessa

  14. Evan

  15. Tessa

  16. Tessa

  17. Tessa

  18. Evan

  19. Tessa

  20. Tessa

  Wanted

  Wanted

  Prologue

  1. Sydney

  2. Owen

  3. Sydney

  4. Owen

  5. Sydney

  6. Owen

  7. Sydney

  8. Owen

  9. Sydney

  10. Sydney

  11. Owen

  12. Sydney

  13. Sydney

  14. Owen

  15. Sydney

  16. Owen

  17. Sydney

  18. Sydney

  19. Owen

  20. Sydney

  21. Owen

  22. Sydney

  Epilogue

  Doctor’s Fake Proposal

  Doctor’s Fake Proposal

  1. Cole

  2. Addison

  3. Addison

  4. Cole

  5. Addison

  6. Cole

  7. Addison

  8. Cole

  9. Addison

  10. Cole

  11. Addison

  12. Cole

  13. Cole

  14. Cole

  15. Addison

  16. Addison

  17. Cole

  18. Cole

  19. Addison

  20. Cole

  21. Addison

  22. Addison

  Thank You

  Note from Nicole

  Teach Me 2x

  A Ménage Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Hi Kittens!

  So this book is very naughty. You’ll have to stay after class when you finish.

  Remember to leave a review about how hot it is when you’re done!

  Nicole

  1

  Logan

  Days like this I wondered why we even did this anymore. Most of the students that would come in here won’t know the difference between ROIs and profitability calendars. But they still think they can come and waste our time. I know I should give it up, we don’t need the community’s support anymore, but sometimes there was a diamond in the rough.

  Every once in a while, and I mean once in the past few years, something actually fucking impressed me. Otherwise, their idea just ended up getting bought, and they can go about their lives with their fresh few million and I have a shiny new business venture.

  Jana, our dutiful secretary, already had our table set up with pen pads and a pitcher of water. For a few hours, we would be the students looking at the presentation board. As always, I was early enough to scope out the applicants and my partner, Jake, would come right in and expects me to fill him in seconds before the first applicant started. Because he is also my best friend, I always did.

  But still, it was annoying.

  “Your first presentation is in fifteen minutes.” Jana set the roster down in front of me with a friendly smile. Jana also moonlighted as our trusted confidant, she has been with us for years. Since the very beginning when we were running off loans until we made a name for ourselves.

  “Thanks.”

  I took off my sports coat and adjusted my tie. I had gotten used to being overdressed next to Jake. He always looked like he just left the gym; the MMA gym we own and was our first endeavor. It started out as just that, a gym, but now it was home to a few B-list fighters, Division I schools, and has become its own fitness brand. But I could never ditch my dress pants, tailored shirt, and silk tie. No way.

  Jake finally came in with five minutes to go, when the first presenter was already outside. As I suspected, he was wearing khaki shorts and a Polo. He always had the buttons undone to show off his tattoo. I thought his shoulder piece of roses and thorns was a drunken mistake, but apparently it wasn’t. The chest tattoo was after that.

  “You ready?” He sat next to me and I stifled my annoyance.

  “I’ve been here for thirty minutes.” I said in response. He just laughed and shook his head.

  He took one pen pad, and in big letters he wrote ‘yes’ on one, and ‘no’ on the other. I shook my head, but smiled.

  “Whatever. The only way we work is when you do the hard work, and I seal the deal with my thug tattoo and muscles. It’s proven.” Man, he was a dick sometimes, but also an entrepreneurial genius.

  When we met in college, I planned to just work on software, and maybe develop my own. But he stepped in and showed me how to brand myself, and how to make a fortune with my brain. I was opposed to starting out with investments like the gym and coffee shops for undergrads, but it was what built us. Now, we could pretty much do whatever the hell we wanted. And a lot of that was due to his attitude.

  “Right.”

  He geared up for another rebuttal but then there was a knock, and Jana told us number one was here. Jake didn’t hide his ‘I’d rather be anywhere else’ groan. But he knew why we did this. Mentorship was a big deal, especially when you can make someone loyal to you at a young age, and become their spring board.

  These younger people have great ideas…some of them. Jake and I were both almost thirty, we had lost touch with what was trending, and selling. So, these hopeful college students come in and tell us what we we’re missing, and we give them an offer they can’t refuse to capitalize on it. It’s fool proof.

  “Who is this guy?” Jake grabbed the roster,
and found his file in the large stack of thirty.

  We had a team vet all these applications before we even looked at them. We get almost two thousand proposals, and they narrow it down to thirty before they subject us to hours of unpreparedness and entitlement. Seriously, it gets worse every year.

  The school specifically might be the problem, it was no Ivy League, but UCLA had a lot of pretentious students, fueled by family money and entitlement. Only a rare gem actually deserved what we have to offer, and I doubted I would even see one today.

  “Something about sustainable agriculture?” Jake asked. I chuckled softly and shook my head.

  “No, recyclable agriculture. He is an Ag student, so that’s probably why we have never heard of it.” I told him. Jake shook his head and frowned.

  “Hopefully it’s good.”

  It was not good at all. I could see the bits and pieces, but they just did not fit together. I wondered why he was even so nervous, it was just the two of us. How could he ever make it in our board room, full of ten power suits worth more than the school’s endowment? Those are the kind of things I look for as well. Can we send them out to the business world sharks, with our names on their resume saying that we taught them?

  Hell no.

  “Thank you, we’ll be in touch.” I offered my best poker-faced smile as he took down his presentation.

  He even had graphics set up, but he never got around to explaining the big ass graph he sat right in front of us.

  “We have got to get someone else to do these.” Jake leaned back in his seat, rubbing his face in frustration.

  “Then we wouldn’t know who’s walking in our office, or who we are buying.” I said.

  “Uh huh. Maybe you should do it alone then, since you are so damned good at it.” He retorted.

  I shook my head. Jake could be a real trip sometimes. Honestly, when it came down to it, he was still responsible. The gym we have is what he tends to focus on. Not only does he operate it himself, he trains there too. In other days, he planned to be an MMA fighter, but somehow that plan got lost in the wind.

  He doesn’t talk about it, and I don’t ask. But I know it has something to do with his parents. When we met, they had recently died. I think that was why we took to each other so easily, and why we work so well as business partners. I grew up with my aunt, so we both know how to appreciate shit before it’s gone.

  Most business people don’t do that, and that is why most businesses fail.

  “We should make this more exciting?” Jake flashed a devious smile and looked at the files again for the next person.

  “How so?” I asked. He shrugged, telling me to just wait and see. Oh boy.

  Jake can be a real prick. He could moonlight as a prison guard if he wanted, always playing bad cop of course.

  “Next one is coming in.” Jana peeked in, and then went back outside.

  “Does she have a date?” Jake asked me. I furrowed my brow in confusion.

  “No, why would you think that?”

  “I’ve never seen her wear a dress is all.” He eyed the space she just left. I shook my head and hid a yuck sound.

  “Uh, she dresses like that all the time. What is with you?” The next applicant was in now, setting up her presentation. I didn’t pay any attention to her, but Jake was flashing his sizing up look.

  “Nothing. Just haven’t gotten laid in a while is all.”

  “Seriously?” I asked, in a way I was asking how he could be talking about that right now.

  “What? You haven’t either.”

  “I have been busy. As we are busy now,” I gestured to the young woman clicking through a power point.

  She actually looked prepared though. She was in a gray pantsuit with a pink blouse, and had her blonde hair pinned up. I hoped for something good.

  “Right. We should go back to the club this weekend.” I was prepared to shut him down, but the idea was appealing.

  It had been a while. And Jake and I had interesting sexual tastes. It wasn’t uncommon for us to share a woman, not since back in college. It made things more exciting, gets your testosterone flowing like crazy and makes for a good time.

  “Maybe. Now hush.” I turned to the girl smiling at us nervously. She probably heard our entire conversation.

  The screen was a good few paces from us in the lecture seats, so maybe not.

  “Please begin.”

  I thought she would have a good idea, then I was reminded why I don’t judge based on appearances. Sorority matching. That was her pitch. A company that would learn your interests starting in high school, and prep you for the houses you wanted. Making the rush process more ‘focused and way more fun,’ as she said.

  I couldn’t believe it. I don’t have anything against sororities, but the way she delivered the presentation made me wonder how she even met our GPA requirement. A 3.5 wasn’t too high, and we thought it would weed out, well, people who want to open a sorority dating site of sorts.

  “So, how do you think this matches up with anything our company has been doing?” Jake asked in his no bullshit voice. I tapped his foot with mine, I really didn’t want to watch anyone crying again.

  One time he was so hard and mean, that the guy started crying and broke down saying he didn’t know why he was so worthless. I kept tabs on him for some reason, and found out he is now an assistant professor at a junior college. His idea was really good, he just didn’t want to sell.

  “How do you mean?” She replied with a smile. I relaxed a bit.

  “Do you even know what kind of companies we invest in?” He asked.

  She blinked rapidly, and shook her head once. Jake scoffed and started writing on the ‘no’ pen pad. He wrote her name down, and then held it up for her to see.

  “We won’t be in touch. Thank you.”

  She dropped her jaw like she expected to be handed the job instead. But eventually, she started packing up to leave. We either use their idea as a springboard and actually open the business, with a three-month plan and make them the CEO. It is much easier than outsourcing yet another job. Or, we see it as a really good seed we want only our name on, and buy them out.

  Out of the thirty here today, only one would actually get the CEO job. And out of the rest, three would be bought out. So, I was prepared for twenty-six shitty presentations.

  “I have to say, it was kind of a good idea.” I told him. Jake frowned. I think he just had an affliction with sororities.

  Back in college, he slept his way through Tri Delta, and somehow expected them to not tell everyone they knew. One girl in particular was his repeat, and he thought they were monogamous for a while. That was the last time he tried that. Because he found out from their brother fraternity that she was sleeping with them too, and they call her Wendy because she is four for four. To save herself, she blogged about rating all the men she had slept with. Jake was last.

  So, the last presentation didn’t stand a chance.

  “Maybe. But sorority girls…can you imagine having to go in for reporting?” He shuddered. But he was right. I didn’t want to imagine it.

  We sat through twenty-two more presentations. Disappointing, and unfortunate. The very last one, her PowerPoint wouldn’t come up and she wasn’t good at extemporaneous delivery, so she tried to explain it without any graphics or supplemental material. If it was her idea, she should have been able to.

  And Jake ripped her apart for it. She about ran out of there in tears.

  “That was so mean,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah. This is shitty man, what if we don’t find anyone?”

  I shrugged.

  “Then we set our sights on a different school.” He shook his head, looking at who was next.

  I crossed all my fingers, hoping Madeline Jackson would save the day.

  2

  Madeline

  I spent the entire night wondering if was too late to change my major.

  Eventually, I came to the conclusion that since I was a senior nine wee
ks from graduating, it kind of was.

  I was going through my presentation over and over, and I would mess up something different each time. I groaned in frustration multiple times and collapsed on my couch, defeated. It wouldn’t do me any good to stay up all night, but I had to get it right.