Oh my God.
I blinked a few times, convinced I had to be dreaming. There was no way this was happening.
But as he continued to stride to the front of the room, his appearance didn’t change, and I didn’t get any closer to waking up.
“Hello, everyone! I know you weren’t expecting me, but my name is Brandon Wilson. And I will be the interim professor for this class. You may refer to me as Professor Wilson.”
It was Brandon.I wanted to scream my head off.
The man who I’d gotten wild with, the experienced playboy who I’d messed around with in the storeroom of the bar he’d worked in.
Was he following me?
Maggie nudged me in the side. She caught on, too. What was I going to do?
His eyes raked over my classmates. I could sense him getting a feel for everyone in the room; soon he would come to me, and then…
He found me. Recognition flickered across his face for the merest of seconds before iciness took his gaze.
He’s acting like he doesn’t know me, I realized as his eyes continued around the room.We’re pretending like nothing ever happened…
“Before we begin, I would like each one of you to state your name and share one thing to the class about yourself,” he announced.
“I’m sure that we’ll get to know each other very well.”
His eyes darted at me instantly and momentarily held contact. A wry but subtle smile appeared on his face. He then looked away.
Was he stalking me?