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"That's the one. Anyway, I wanted to go on a double date with you and well, whoever. So who is it going to be?
"And when is this date taking place?" I could feel myself grimacing. I didn't want to ask Tyler out and send him the wrong message. And I didn't want to call Austin again. I didn't do well with rejection.
"Saturday night."
"Okay, I'll think about it."
"That's all I can ask."
We ate our meals quietly for a few minutes. Then we started complaining about our new classes and laughing. As we walkedback to the dorm I tried to impersonate my foreign Stat teacher. Melissa laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream cone on the ground.
"I know, that's how I feel listening to him. How am I supposed to learn anything?"
"You just have to hope everyone else can't understand him either, and that there will be a huge curve."
Temptation - Chapter 10
Thursday
A few minutes before Professor Hunter's office hours ended, I peered around the corner and looked into his office. He was sitting at a desk with earphones on. His door was open and there weren't any girls waiting to see him, except for me. I took a deep breath and walked to the door. He didn't seem to notice me. He was wearing a white dress shirt. The top few buttons were undone and he had a loosened tie around his neck. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tanned, muscular forearms.
I tapped on the door.
Professor Hunter looked up and his eyes bulged slightly. He pulled the headphones off and set them on his desk.
"Miss Taylor, come in," he said. He walked over to the door and closed it behind me. His office smelled strongly of his cologne. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I didn't expect to see you."
"I didn't expect to be here."
"You're angry with me," he said slowly.
"I'm not." I pulled off my backpack and leaned against his desk.
He looked at his watch. "My office hours are almost over."
I was making him uncomfortable. "I tried to come the other day when they first start, but you had quite the line."
He reached his hand up and ran it through his sleek hair. I wanted to do that for him. He walked over so that he was only a few feet away from me. "Part of the duties of being a professor," he shrugged.
"Right." I picked up my backpack and pulled out his gray sweater. I had pathetically snuggled up to it in bed last night, but he didn't need to know that. All he needed to know was that I was brave enough to waltz into his office hours and bring it back. "I came to return this."
He stared down at the sweater and then let his eyes slowly wander up to mine. I could feel my face flushing.
"You can keep that."
"It's yours," I responded. I hadn't expected him to reject it. That wasn't part of my master plan.
"Certainly it looks better on you."
I gulped and placed the sweater on his desk. He drew closer, reached around me, and picked it up. He grabbed my hand and placed the sweater on my palm. His hand stayed on mine as he stared down at me. This wasn't what I had expected. It was way better.
"It's a gift, Penny."
"I like when you call me Penny."
His breathing sounded heavy. "Miss Taylor, you should probably go."
I wanted to grab his tie and pull him toward me. But he had just called me Miss Taylor instead of Penny.Did he want me?I gripped the desk with my free hand to stop it from shaking. A wave of his cologne hit me. It was growing hard to breathe.
