Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,6
get this bent out of shape about?
“I need to leave. I’m clearly not awake enough to handle this properly.”
He followed behind me, taking my arm and putting the lanyard back in my hand. “The office is yours whenever you need it. I apologize for making you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention and I suppose it could be construed as inappropriate.”
“I accept your apology. It caught me off guard.” I was still shaking, grasping at everything that had transpired in the few moments he’d been back in the room.
Then our eyes locked again, and the connection was undeniable. Our mutual attraction left me vulnerable. I had to get away from this man, because like it or not, I could see myself wanting him, and that couldn’t happen.
Chapter 3
Three days. That’s how long I steered clear of Professor Willis. His words kept repeating in my mind. ‘If only I could fuck you.’ It gave me chills each time I thought about it.
Facing him was going to be difficult, so I waited until it was necessary to be in his presence. It was the next time I had his class. The moment I stepped inside, a good ten minutes early, and saw him standing up front I knew there was no turning back. He’d already locked his gaze on me. I was a goner. With one hand I watched his finger motion for me to join him. Thinking I was safe with peers coming into the room, I slowly made my way to where he stood.
“Miss Healy. I was wondering if I’d be seeing you today.” Was he? Had he been rethinking his comment and regretting it was ever made?
“I wouldn’t miss a class because of a misunderstanding. I think I’ve made it quite clear how much my studies mean to me.”
“That’s true. I wanted to make sure we were on good terms since I’ll be needing your assistance after class today. Can you meet me in my office around six? I’ll order us a pizza while we work.”
He expected me to be alone with him. Those words echoed in my head. He’d thought I was asleep and confessed his desire to bed me. I didn’t know how to grasp it. Was it normal for a man to be so blunt? I’d never been spoken to in that manner.
Even though I was worried, I had a feeling he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Besides, I could always leave if I felt uncomfortable. This was my teacher. He said it himself. He had no intentions of touching me. “Okay.”
“Good. Make sure you’re on time. I have a lot of material to get through.”
When I took my seat I felt as if the other night had been a mistake. I’d read way too much into his statement and took it personal, when it was only meant to be a compliment I wasn’t even supposed to overhear. Feeling like a fool, I focused on the lesson and went about the rest of my afternoon as if it never occurred.
When six in the evening came around I entered the faculty building and found his light already on in his office. I knocked twice before letting myself in. “Hi.”
“You’re just in time to get to work. Pull up a chair, Miss Healy.”
I took a chair from the opposite side of the desk and scooted closer so we were facing each other. “Do I need a notepad to write down instructions?”
“No. You’ll be logging in grades, while I go through each remaining exam. I’m a little behind this week and can use the extra hand.”
We sat across from one another, every once in a while having small meaningless conversations to pass the time. He spoke about his son, Craig and daughter, Renee. The boy was a senior in high school, while his daughter was in her second year of college. When he spoke of them I felt as if he saw me as a child; someone he was old enough to raise. I tried not to notice his extra long gazes, or the fact that I could talk about the most boring thing and he’d want to know more.
When the stack of papers was finished I assumed we’d call it a night. He leaned back in his chair and stretched. “I’m starving. I suppose only one question remains.”
“What’s that?” I had no idea what he was talking about.
“What do you like on your pizza?” I was thankful it wasn’t about sex. For some reason I couldn’t