I raised my eyebrows. “That sounds terrifying.”
“You scare too easy,” she said dismissively. “That’s your problem.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, closing the page and turning away from the computer. “Even if he wasn’t my teacher I wouldn’t stand a chance…ah, no pun intended.”
Missy smiled. “I don’t know about that,” she said. “Guys like the quiet girls… I think there’s the assumption that they’re wild in bed.”
“That’s a pretty big assumption.”
“Hey, whatever works,” she said, with a shrug.
I fell back onto my bed and looked towards her. “I’ve been thinking about what we talked about the other day.”
“What did we talk about?”
“You know…the fact that I haven’t made the most out of my college experience…”
“Yeah?”
“You were right,” I conceded. “Now that graduation is only a few months away, I’m starting to realize how much I’ve missed out on.”
Missy looked thrilled. “We still have a semester left,” she said. “That’s enough time to turn things around.”
I smiled. “Okay then, I guess I’m game.”
Chapter Four
Chance
I shook my head at the paper I was grading. Some of the facts were inaccurate, the writing was weak, and the charts and graphs that had been included were outdated. Mildly frustrated, I set it aside, taking note of the name on the assignment. Even a few weeks, I still couldn’t attach names to faces. But then, it wasn’t as though I was really trying to in the first place. I wasn’t interested in making friends of my students.
I was about to start on another paper when I heard a knock on my door. A moment later, Lindsey walked in. She was one of the biology professors on campus, and she had been one of the first members of staff to befriend me. She was young, attractive, straightforward, and invitingly flirtatious, and I wondered why my interest in her was limited to a platonic friendship.
“Grading papers?”
“It’s a nightmare,” I complained. “Half of these papers are terrible.”
Lindsey grabbed a paper from the top and looked through it. “You’ve set them a tough first assignment,” she noted.
“I wanted to get the measure of my students.”
“And, they’re not impressing you?”
I smiled. “Some are actually,” I admitted. “More than I would have thought. It’s just that the bad papers are really bad.”
“Cut the students some slack; this isn’t the easiest subject.”
“Which is why they should have thought twice about choosing it.”
She laughed. “Man, you’re a hardass.”
“I don’t like wasting my time.”
“I can see that,” she nodded. “And I must say, this no-nonsense attitude of yours is intensely sexy.”
I smiled, noticing the way the top two buttons of her blouse had been left open to expose a hint of cleavage. She was a very attractive woman. In fact, she was exactly my type, so it confused me a little as to why I was so disconnected. I enjoyed the flirting, but I never felt the desire to take it further than that.
“Have I spilled something on my blouse?” Lindsey asked, alerting me to the fact that she had caught me staring.