Forbidden Professor by R. S. Elliot

Author:R. S. Elliot [Elliot, R. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Aly

“Ooo.”

Lyndsey stops on her way to the kitchen. Her neck cranes over into my view to stare at me through the mirror. Her eyes rake over my clothing as she does a quick inventory of my appearance. “Is this what a woman scorned looks like?”

Cue the jokes. I get it. It’s the first time I’ve actually dressed up in years. Not counting the club. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

All of our communication so far has been primarily through emails. Any adjustments he needs me to make on my proposal, or notes he has on how to improve, he just sends me a quick command to fix it. There are hardly even any sentiments enclosing it, no salutations or even a “Sincerely, Zach.” Just my name on the top of the email, and his automated signature at the bottom.

Even in class, he does not address me directly. I’m getting the impression the other students think I’m stupid. He ignores anything I have to say. I even threw in a ridiculous analysis for my weekly dream diary entry. One where I’m standing beside the ocean watching the dolphins hurl themselves into the air. Then suddenly, I am overcome by a tsunami of red apples and drown before I can escape.

I spent three pages describing the fake dream itself, then concluded it meant I was hungry.

He gave me an A.

While I shouldn’t be unhappy with the fact that I’m still receiving high marks without him even reading my paper, the lengths he is taking to avoid me are insane. Does he think I’m going to write about the sexually frustrated dreams I’ve been having about him instead? Which surprisingly have subsided.

All I know is I’m not about ready to let Zach cast me aside without fighting for him. He may think he’s doing me a favor, but these last two weeks without him have been torture.

Almost three weeks now. Five days since Jackson sent me that awful threat. My eyes narrow. A woman scorned indeed.

“I have a meeting for my proposal,” I say and make my way into the kitchen. I’m so nervous, all I can think about is eating something chocolatey to calm my nerves.

Lyndsey follows me into the kitchen. She hops onto the barstool overlooking the kitchen at our breakfast bar. “With Mr. Sexy Pants?”

I cringe. “Omigosh. Please, don’t call him that.”

“Fine.” She shrugs coyly. “I take it he didn’t arrange for you to work with his friend instead.”

“It doesn’t sound like it. He told me to meet him at his office, so....”

“So, is this the last night you’re officially a virgin?” Her eyes light up, and she clamps down on her lip playfully.

I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that. She can tell what my plans are just from the fact that I’m wearing a pencil skirt and some makeup?

“I’m just going for a meeting,” I explain.

“Then how come you aren’t wearing underwear?”

My head twists around to see her so fast it’s a wonder I don’t snap my neck.

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