Page 19 of Sinful Skulls
“I know who he is, but I’ve never seen him.” My gaze roams over the people around us.
Carly snorts. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He’s the only reason I chose this school. He’s fine as fuck.”
Just then my eyes stop on a man who’s staring at me. He’s older, but Carly’s right. He’s very attractive, I guess. He smiles at me and stands.
“Shit, he’s coming this way,” she squeals, turning away from him.
“Daisy, Carly,” he says, nodding at each of us in greeting.
He knows our names.Now that’s dedication to his students.
“How has your first day been?” he continues, his attention bouncing between the two of us.
Carly speaks up right away. “Great. Just great.”
His focus turns to me. “What about you, Daisy? Are you getting settled in?”
“Yes, thank you. I’m very excited to be here. It’s a beautiful campus. Very inspiring,” I tell him.
“Good. I’m glad we’re off to a great start. I’ll leave you two to your lunch.”
He takes a few steps away and then pauses. “Oh, Daisy, could you stop by my office after your final class today? I wanted to visit with you about your scholarship.”
My brows instantly pull together in worry. “Oh, yes, of course.”
His smile calms my nerves. “Nothing to worry about,” he assures me.
I give him a little nod.
As he walks away, Carly ogles his backside and whistles. “Damn, he’s got a fine ass.”
It makes me laugh, and I go back to my meal.
Carly turns to me. “I’m so jealous you get to be alone with him.”
I snort. “Don’t be. I’m sorry, but Mr. Baxter isn’t my type.”
“Are you kidding me? Look at him,” she presses. “What is your type then?”
My fingers wrap around the skull ring around my neck, and I shrug.
She shakes her head like I’m either blind or crazy. “If that man hits on you, you better not turn him down. If all I get is to live vicariously through you, I’ll take it.”
I laugh again, because there’s no chance of that happening. He’s the dean, and he also teaches classes. I’m sure Dean Baxter is a professional.
When my class ends, I head to the other side of the building for my meeting with him. He’s standing outside his door, waiting for me.
“Daisy, I’m glad you found me. It’s a bit of a maze on this floor.” He steps aside to let me enter his office in front of him. His hand brushes across my lower back as I slide past him.
I push it out of my mind as he closes the door behind us. I’m letting Carly get in my head. He’s just being polite.
He rounds an antique wooden desk, gesturing for me to take the seat across from him. When I’ve settled in my chair, he offers me a drink.
“Oh, no thank you,” I decline as my gaze roams over his office. It’s more like a small apartment, and there’s artwork everywhere.
He relaxes back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his clean-shaven chin. “I can’t believe how much you look like your father.”
My head pulls back. “You know my dad?”
