Apple Polisher (Rear Entrance Video Book 1) – Kindle edition by Heidi Belleau. Romance Kindle eBooks @ This straight-A student has a dirty little secret. Christian Blake dreams of being a kindergarten teacher, but making the grade means maintaining a squeaky clean . A Rear Entrance Video Novel This straight-A student has a dirty little secret. Christian Blake dreams of being a kindergarten teacher, but making the grade.

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Christian Blake dreams of being a kindergarten teacher, but making the grade means maintaining a squeaky clean image: And definitely no falling for his new roommate—tattooed bad-boy Max, who may or may not be a drug dealer.

Most of all, it means no working at a porn store. Soon enough, Christian finds himself juggling sticky twenty-five cent peep show booths, a blackmailing employee, and a demanding professor who likes to make an example of him.

Max just wants Christian to be himself—even though Max is keeping secrets of his own. Christian struggles to find the impossible balance between his real life and the ideal one he thinks a teacher needs to live. This straight-A student has a dirty little secret. And definitely no falling for his ….

He folded the ad into quarters, then eighths, stuffed it into his back pocket, and stared at the lopsided house in front of him as if he could turn it into something remotely habitable pollsher the power of his mind.

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Once-white gables sagged under the heiid of a flaking shingled roof, and the yellow paint was a sad shadow of its former cheerfulness: It should have been condemned. Nobody answered the door, though, so Christian was left to stand around and scrutinize the stained-glass window above his head. Which could use a few replacement panes, a couple hours of elbow grease, and a bottle or two of glass cleaner.

At last, a series of clicks came from inside the door, four locks in all from top to bottom: Christian stood straighter and tried to wipe the expression of disapproval— this is all you can afford now —off his face before the door finally opened a crack. A round Asian face appeared at shoulder height.

I mean, Christian the name, not Christian the religion. It went against everything Christian had been taught about manners, but belleeau reached down, grabbed the door handle, pushed—. And the door caught on the chain. Rob stumbled back into the entryway, clutching his nose with both hands and cursing a blue streak that seemed seriously at odds with his previously timid demeanour.

Two more came in on his heels, which made four. This was about to get ugly. Apple as well give up and drop out of school, work two jobs, and hope he could scrape together enough to pay for a place where he could live alone.


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Maybe a bachelor suite out in Surrey. But it never did get ugly. I invited ehidi in and then he pushed the door when I was still undoing the chain and he accidentally hit me with the door. The commotion turned to stunned silence. For a second, all they could do was stand and gawk at Rob, who after his outburst had shrunken in on himself, seemingly waiting for the smackdown.

Just Christian and Rob left, now. Well, them and the yawning chasm of awkwardness hanging between them. Christian was about to apologize, but Rob beat him to it. Like I said, full of shit. Belleai about the couch, anyway. He and Rob were currently locked in some kind of standoff.

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I got a thing to be at. He kept making aborted motions to edge back toward the door, his brightly coloured tattoo shifting over his muscles. The other roommates spectated in silence while Rob stubbornly soldiered on, the entire time avoiding eye contact and looking a little like he was going to shake to pieces.

You knew we had to do this. You agreed to it. We all ask him a question. We all vote on whether he gets to stay. Megan Fox or Zooey Deschanel? Max looked at him expectantly. Max tossed up both arms, the Post-it falling from his hand. After a second or two, Noah patted the couch cushion beside him. Rob smiled a little and went to take his seat. Noah, meanwhile, turned his blue-eyed gaze on Christian. If you still want to live here after all that, we might as well just give you the room here and now.

And this is Rob. Rob nodded like a dashboard bobblehead. You go there too, right? I want to be an elementary teacher. His eyes were already glazing over. They asked him about his personal habits he showered every day but he was quick about ithis schedule he was an early riser by necessity but he slept like the deadwhether he had any dietary restrictions nopeif he had a girlfriend haha, nowhether he drank or smoked or did any drugs.

PDP is really strict about that stuff. Christian wondered if he was in charge of hiring the kitchen staff where he worked. Christian jiggled his knee, then forced himself to keep still, reminding himself that this was no worse than the torture of his teaching school interview. Not to mention fidgeting made the whole couch shake.

They all turned to Noah. Noah, who had explained earlier how he owned the house after inheriting it from his great-uncle but preferred for things to be democratic rather than having to act as a landlord. Which, of course, was a nice sentiment, but when your name was on the deed, it meant diddly-squat. Anything else you wanna say before we get going?


He took a deep breath. Half a smile tugged at his pouty mouth. He moved in the next day. No more smelly backpackers. No more acoustic guitars. No more carrying his valuables wherever he went, even to the shower.

The latest in a series of small-but-welcome reliefs that the last few months had taught Christian to appreciate. Only Noah and Christian would have a key, as was house policy, and Rob had been quick to assure bflleau that Noah never abused his not-landlord privileges. Even so, Christian would give it a couple weeks, feel them all out, and maybe then decide how paranoid he needed to be.

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Heartless, but necessary, what with the spectre of his gruelling back-to-back practicum semesters looming. He needed to focus. Rob met him at the door. Is there more coming? I mean, if you want.

Not that Christian was a linebacker or anything, but Rob had to be a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. But he obviously liked to be useful, so Christian handed him the laptop with what he hoped was a grateful smile. Rob also seemed keen to play the role of host, so Christian allowed himself to be led to his own room.

He squinted at Rob. Or with your parents, even? They not live in the lower mainland? The question obviously took Rob by surprise, because he gaped like a fish. My parents are just out in Coquitlam. Christian shrugged, the question cutting him too close. Well, that was weirdly defensive. That and she has other stuff on her plate.

That was one way to put it. Are you from Jamaica? Was he going to have to tell the kid his whole life story? If Christian was going to become a teacher, especially teaching little kids, he needed to learn to be cooler about personal questions. She moved back when I was seventeen. Did you stay with your dad after that? That must have been hard. Be nicea voice urged him.

A flush of exertion covered both cheeks and followed the line of his nose up to his forehead, and a sheen of sweat hung on his upper lip until he somewhat licked it away. His tongue was pierced. Oh yes, Christian noticed, although he had the good sense to hate himself for it. I drank that bottle of water you had in the fridge.

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