See Me After Class: A Medical Teacher-Student, Reverse Harem Romance by Ajme Williams

Author:Ajme Williams [Williams, Ajme]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

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Dessie

After Dr. Magnusson dismissed me from office—just when I was this close to having him right where I needed him to be—I decided to clear my head with a cup of coffee. I didn't feel like my usual black coffee would do the trick. Indulgences weren't my thing unless they were tempered with impulsiveness, which had happened when I purchased the Lamborghini. But it was already evening, I was cold, and my system needed a reset that involved lots of cream, an avalanche of sugar, and a shot of espresso so it would, legally, still be a coffee. Oswald would have been proud.

There was only one person in the world who could make me this drink, so I left the institute and meandered down to Ms. Wainwright's cottage. I mentally prepared myself that she might not be at home, but as luck would have it, I spotted her from the distance, sitting by the window on an armchair, her eyes closed in repose. She looked exhausted. I, for one, empathized.

Her slumber was a light one, because as soon as my feet crunched on a heap of rusty autumn leaves, her eyelids fluttered open. She looked sideways and her gaze fell on my face. The expression on them stumped me slightly—she looked… almost afraid? But why? I shook my head. I was imagining things, or the darkening evening light was playing tricks on my mind.

The expression passed almost as soon as it had formed, to be replaced by something lighter. She raised her palm and waved at me, mouthing, "Hello."

I waved back and walked down the flagstone pathway leading to her cottage. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land. Each individual stone came alive with the glow of mature honey. The irregular shapes, worn smooth, felt comforting beneath my shoes. The gentle hum of chirping crickets filled the silence. Streaks of orange, pink, and purple had danced across the canvas of twilight overhead. Stars had begun to peek through the deepening blue.

Ms. Wainwright opened the front door, wearing a relaxed smile on her face. She gave me a once-over and her expression turned to one of disapproval. "My dear, are you desperate to catch a cold?"

"Hmm?" I looked down absentmindedly at what I was wearing. I had chosen a sleek, raven bodycon dress that, albeit hugging, was sparse for the bite in the air. The thin, clingy material offered little by way of insulation. Somehow, I hadn't paid heed to the cold at all. But now, as Ms. Wainwright's eyes narrowed, I suddenly became aware of a prickling chill sweeping over me.

"Come on inside," she said kindly, "and I'll fix you something warm."

She clucked as she took my freezing hands and led me straight to her kitchen. I breathed in the familiarity of the cozy warmth of her home, especially the inviting aroma of something meaty simmering away in a pot. Something about Ms. Wainwright was deeply nourishing at the moment. Perhaps it was that we

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