Foot in the Door - Marie James - Bog

Flirting isn't hard.
And before that stupid parent/teacher conference, I would've called myself an expert.
A smirk, a wink, a little inviting body language, and I was in.
McKenna Kaiser, my nephew's new kindergarten teacher, seems to be immune to all three.
There are a million words I would use to describe her: perfect, gorgeous, kind, to name a few.
But after leaving the meeting, only one word came to mind: unimpressed.
Sticking a foot in my mouth isn't physically possible, yet here I am chewing on a size twelve wingtip.
After a crash and burn of epic proportions, I would usually walk away and count my losses.
But I can't stop thinking about her.
I know I can change her mind about me.
I just need to get my foot in the door.