That firm ass, created for kneading, and those arm muscles flexing as he wielded the chalk. And who could forget that bulge in his groin? Damn, Paige could not have ignored that magnificent piece of beef just vying for attention at the crotch of his wickedly tight jeans even if she had tried. Many an occasion she had found herself chewing the stem of her number 2 pencil, her eyes glued to that bulge as Martinelli addressed the classroom. And how many times had he caught her ogling, then directed textbook questions at her, whisking her out of fantasyland and into a world where the laughter of her classmates reigned supreme?