Page 34 of Autumn's Coming

She tilted her head toward me. “So if you run a successful investment firm, why are you teaching?”

I shrugged. “I have my reasons.”

“Oh my god, don’t be so mysterious.” She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, fine. I teach that class as a way of scouting for potential employees.”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Really. I teach it once a year, one section. I don’t get any special payment or anything—just the regular salary of a part-time professor. And in return, I offer one or two students a year either a job or an internship.”

“Wow.” She nodded. “That’s pretty cool.”

I smiled. “We’ve gotten some good people.”

“Were you going to hire me?”

Laughing, I shrugged. “I’ve only had you in class once. Maybe I can make that call tomorrow.”

“Mm.” She rolled over, leaning over me. Her hair fell over one shoulder. I combed my fingers through it gently. “I don’t want to work for you, anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would be weird.”

“So what are you going to do?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I guess I’ll figure that out after I graduate.”

“Fair enough.” I smiled and pulled her down for a kiss.

We broke apart and I looked up at her. “Will you go with me to a wedding on Saturday?”

“A wedding? Isn’t that, like, a serious date?”

“Aren’t we a serious couple?”

She laughed. “I dunno. I don’t have anything to wear.”

“I can handle that.”

“No. You’re not buying me clothes.”

“Mm. Fine. We’ll talk about it more tomorrow. I need to get some sleep.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Class is early. That’s your fault, though.”

“Gives me time to go to the office.”

“Geez. Workaholic.”

I laughed and turned off the lights. She wasn’t wrong.

But maybe that could change.

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