Page 88 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

But I couldn’t lie to him either.

So I just kissed him softly and hoped he forgot about the question.

It only made us get more tangled up, legs entwined, and we even held hands as we just lazily laid there, speaking in soft tones about anything and everything, just like we used to.

We were going to crash and burn.

But I couldn’t deny myself the simple enjoyment of this moment. Not anymore.

* * *

The next day, I showed up right on time at Professor Larsson’s office, this time with a scheduled meeting, since apparently he enjoyed showing me the hard way that if I didn’t do it and tried to show up when it pleased me, I was going to find an empty office and a growing mountain of frustration.

“So, you’ve been thinking?” the Professor asked.

“Yes. I—I want to do as you said.”

His eyebrows shot up on his forehead, looking like he was trying to contain amusement. “And what exactly did I say?”

“That I should look for something I liked. Like leadership. Working with people.”

The Professor hummed, leaning back on his leather chair and observing me like he was a therapist and I his patient.

“You’re not choosing it because I told you, though, are you?”

My jaw ticked. “Someone has also been poisoning me with such similar ideas. I thought I’d try to bite. See what all the fuss was about.”

Now he grinned, leaning forward again and resting his elbows on the table. “Good. Friends with brains are a treasure to have.”

I rolled my eyes and said almost instinctively, “He’s not afriend.”

“Isn’t he?” He took a pen and opened his notepad, looking up at me behind tortoiseshell glasses. “A boyfriend then?”

I wanted to say no but the way my heart jumped made me stop.

Why did Antony feel like my boyfriend?

Why did it sound like the best thing in the world?

There was no time to linger on it now. Yet something else to hide under the rug.

“He’s someone.”

“I see.” Professor Larsson had the gall tosmileto himself as he wrote something down, then took out several papers from one of his drawers.

“It’s a good thing I came prepared, then.” He handed me the papers and I looked at them, feeling slightly shocked.

Though I shouldn’t have been.

“You’re obviously not going to be an intern with a leadership position, but I’ve been looking into options that want to cultivate it, and I think these internships would do well with the skillset I know you to have.”

“Which is an uncanny ability to be an asshole and yet still be worshiped by the masses?”

“I mean people skills. A great ability to organize and manage a group. Jobs with a lot of teamwork while also having independence for you to learn to think by yourself.”

“Sounds too good to be true.”

He shrugged. “I have friends.”

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