worse it would be. I knew that. If I waited until everyone else had filtered in, then I might as well do cartwheels on the way in.
Where the hell was Ara?
I had no way of knowing if she was inside already or not. Her phone was off, and I couldn’t exactly take a peek inside. Taking a deep breath, I slipped through the door with the next crowd of people.
I purposely chose a seat toward the back of the class. I saw Ara walk in, and scan the crown for me. Her eyes lit up when she spotted me. Charlie sat at the front, shuffling through some note. He looked up, his eyes meeting with mine for the briefest moment. Then he turned away. I saw the slightest smile playing on his lips.
Was he thinking about last night? Of course he was thinking about last night. I felt sick.
“Up the back? You never sit up the back.” She said, confused. I flushed as she glanced at Charlie, realization hitting her face. “Oh.”
“You could have arrived with more than five minutes to spare.” I grumbled, annoyed at her, even though I had no reason to be.
“Excuse me?” Ara raised her eyebrows, “Just because you’re doing the teacher, doesn’t give you the right to take your embarrassment out on me.” I glanced around me, alarmed. Thankfully everyone seemed to be involved in their own little conversations and hadn’t noticed ours.
“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.” I mumbled.
“Good.” Ara replied, her chin raised. I forced myself to focus on the lecture slides. Every time Charlie looked in my direction, I felt Ara’s smirk on me.
“Will you quit looking at me?” I nudged her playfully, as she rolled her eyes at me.
“It’s so much fun watching you squirm every time he looks your way.”
Class was painfully long, every second dragging by. I was ready to make my escape as soon as it ended. Ducking behind a group of people, I followed them out of the theatre.
“Ms Delancy, can I have a moment of your time, please?” I winced. Just as I thought I’d made it, he’d caught me out.
“Hello again. Fancy seeing you here.” He quipped.
“Hi.” I sat on the edge of his desk, trying my best to look sexy, knowing it was well within my interests to keep him interested.
It was working. I could see the bulge in his pants growing.
“Are you working tonight?” He asked casually, shuffling papers on his desk.
I shook my head, “Not tonight. But I will be tomorrow.”
He nodded slowly, now packing up his briefcase. Snapping it shut, he leaned his hands on his desk and leaned in to me. Millimeters away from my face, he looked me right in the eye. My heart began to pound at his proximity.
“Too bad. I was hoping to see you again tonight. I guess I’ll have to wait.” If he was trying to let me know he didn’t like waiting, I understood. “There may be consequences for making me wait, Ms Delancy.” His voice was low and husky, yet it ran through my veins like ice.
What did he mean, consequences?
Something told me I was going to find out. I wanted to point out he couldn’t exactly punish me for having a night off, but something told me he didn’t exactly listen to reason.
“See you tomorrow, professor.” I let a small smile play on my lips as I backed out of the theatre.
My heart was racing as I walked quickly out to the parking lot.
Flirting with Charlie had all been to ensure he would be back, and while I was positive I’d be seeing him tomorrow, I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy at the prospect. The more time I spent with him, the more he got under my skin. The worst thing was not being able to clearly categorize exactly how he made me feel.
Pulling out my phone, I switched it back on. It beeped. I had a message. I put it on hands free and played the message.
“Hi Kait, its Devon. Can you give me a call when you get this please? Thanks.”
My heart began to pound again. Devon.
I’d managed to go two hours without thinking about him, and here he was again. I couldn’t work out my feelings for this guy.
Wait, that wasn’t true.
I knew exactly what my feelings for this guy were, what I couldn’t work out were his feelings for me. No matter how much I convinced myself that I wasn’t interested in him, every passing moment I found myself