Chapter 2: I Didn't Peg You for That Kind of Village Chief

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When Nixon Walker fell silent, Mckenzie Looske found it odd at first. Then she realized where his gaze had landed, and let out a sharp yelp, arms flying up to cover herself. When had her blouse come unbuttoned? How much had this man just seen? Had he caught a glimpse of the white lace bra she'd grabbed in a hurry after her usual one broke? Her cheeks flushed hot. He was her daughter's teacher, for heaven's sake. Caught peeking, Nixon felt his face go red. He forced a dry chuckle. "Ma'am, do you know where the Village Committee Office is? I'm supposed to check in with the village chief first, then report to the school." He was part of the assistance program, so he needed to introduce himself to the local leadership. "The Village Committee Office," Mckenzie said, still blushing. "Go straight from here, turn left at the second alley, and keep walking to the end. The courtyard right in front of you is the Village Committee Office." Nixon nodded. "Thank you, Ma'am. I'll go check in." Tempting as she was, business came first. After saying goodbye, he hauled his suitcase straight to the Village Committee Office. "Office" was a stretch-it was basically a random courtyard with a few desks shoved into a room. The local economy was tight; otherwise, they wouldn't be scrambling for teachers. He stepped into the courtyard, set his case by the door, and headed deeper in. As he neared the doorway of the main hall, faint sounds drifted out: playful whispers and the breathy, almost hidden sighs of a woman. That kind of sound gets a man's attention. Nixon's ears pricked up. In broad daylight, were they really…? He leaned toward the wall and listened. Two voices floated out. "Village chief, you've been getting worse lately. Is that medicine not working?" The woman's voice was honeyed and sultry-the kind that makes you squirm, enough to drive a man crazy. Nixon shook his head. Damn, she sounded smoking hot. What man could resist that? "Don't even bring it up," a middle-aged man muttered, his voice thin with fatigue, like booze and women had wrung him dry. "That foreign-made stuff is useless. I'll see if I can find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to set me right." "Take another Viagra and let's go again," the woman coaxed. "That was over way too fast-I'm not satisfied." "All right, all right. With you in that mood, I'd die a happy man. Grab me a condom while I pop a Viagra," the village chief said. Nixon checked the time. It was already past four. He couldn't let this drag on, or he'd have no idea how late he'd get to the school to sort out his housing. With that, he slipped back to the courtyard gate, then strode in, making plenty of noise. "Is the village chief here?" he called out. Inside, Finn Warth, the village chief, jumped and flung the pill aside. "Who is it?" Finn called. "I'm Nixon Walker-the new teacher with teaching support. I'm here to do the paperwork." Nixon stopped at the main hall's doorway instead of going in, and waited for the chief to come out. So the inner room was the village chief's office, and the front hall served as the meeting space. Finn soon emerged, tugging his clothes into place, annoyance flickering in his eyes at the interruption. "You're the new teacher with teaching support? Show me your letter of assignment." He dropped into a chair by the conference table. Nixon nodded and pulled the letter he'd brought from his pocket. Finn read it, satisfied, and was reaching for the official seal when a door slammed outside. Nixon glanced toward the yard on instinct. A striking woman in a red outfit was bearing down on the room, fury flashing in her eyes. She looked under thirty, tall and coldly beautiful, with the kind of aloof vibe a lot of men go for. At the sight of her, Finn went pale and lurched to his feet. "Honey, didn't you go back to your parents' place in town?" "Hmph. Finn Warth, I go to see my mother, and you take the chance to mess around with that little hussy?" Her expression was icy. So the beauty in red was Finn's wife. Nixon tsked under his breath. Damn. With a wife that gorgeous, he still sneaked around-and he couldn't even perform. What was he thinking? "Honey, I didn't-" Finn stammered, sweat beading at his hairline. "Who told you that?" "Oh? In that case, why don't I go to your office with you and take a look?" she said, her voice razor-sharp. "If that little hussy is inside, I'll have my brother get you removed as village chief."

Chapter 2: I Didn't Peg You for That Kind of Village Chief

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