Page 8 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
Professor Hunter raised his eyebrows. "Sounds rather enchanting, Miss Taylor."
"It was."
He looked at me for a second more before looking down at his paper and calling the next name. I quickly sat down and looked at my hands. I could feel Tyler's eyes on me.
After Professor Hunter had called every name, he stood back up. "Well, it seems as though we have quite a few interesting characters this semester. And now I have a feel for things that you can all use improvement on. Speaking of which..." He rummaged in his satchel and pulled out a stack of papers. "I forgot to hand out the syllabus on Wednesday." He pulled the top packet off and dropped the rest on a boy's desk in the front. "Take one and pass it."
The boy grabbed one and handed the stack to his neighbor. As the papers began to cycle, Professor Hunter sat on top of his desk.
"So your first presentation isn't for a few weeks, but you'll probably want to at least pick a topic soon so you can start mulling it over. All you need to do is pick a person that has inspired you in some way and tell us all about it. But please, I'm tired of hearing about everyone's grandparents, so try to think outside the box. And next week I'll start talking about how togive effective speeches, so you'll definitely want to incorporate that advice. Any questions?"
A girl in the front row's hand shot up.
"Yes?"
"Do we need your approval for our topic?"
"Not for this one. For later projects though, yes. But if you do have any questions you can always email me. My email is on the syllabus. And my office hours are listed on there too, if any of you have any questions or need some guidance on an assignment."
The two girls in front of me giggled. I clearly wasn't the only one that was affected by his good looks.
The pile of syllabi had reached Tyler, but there was only one copy left. He kept it for himself. I cursed silently.Why me?Now I'd have to go talk to Professor Hunter. I looked up at him and he was still holding a syllabus in his hands. He had a smile on his face.Had he purposely not let me get one?
"Any other questions?" he asked.
A normal person would probably raise their hand right now and say they didn't get a syllabus, but my heart was beating much too quickly. He made me so nervous.
"Okay then. Make sure to brainstorm this weekend. If you have an idea in mind on Monday, then my advice will be more beneficial. Have a great weekend."
I heard the pull of zippers on backpacks and feet shuffling. I slowly put my notebook, which was still empty, back in my bag. I pulled my sweatshirt off and stuffed it in my backpack as well.As I was doing so, a shadow fell on me. I looked up and saw Tyler hovering next to my desk.
"Second chance?" he asked sheepishly.
"I'll think about it," I responded.
A smile spread across his face. "Give me your phone real quick."
I handed it to him and stood up. He typed in his number and handed it back to me. "Have a good weekend, Penny," he said and walked away.
I lifted up my backpack and made my way to the front of the class. Professor Hunter and I were the last ones in the room. He was sitting on his desk again now, flipping through the last syllabus. He didn't look up as I approached.
"Excuse me, Professor Hunter?" I said nervously.
"How can I help you, Miss Taylor?" he asked and looked up from the pages.
"I didn't get a syllabus."
"Well here you go then," he said and handed me the one he was holding.
"Thank you."
"So a walk in the rain with a stranger was a highlight to your eventful evening, was it?"
"It was the only good thing about last night, actually."
"I had my suspicions after you referred to this class as a date."
I placed my hand over my eyes, and then slowly let it slide from my face. "I thought I had dreamt that." I was completely mortified.
