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For some reason I had imagined the classroom to be one of the large lecture halls with three hundred seats, so I could sneak from the back without being noticed. But no luck. It was a small classroom with about thirty chairs. The moment I stood at the door, all eyes were on me. The professor stopped talking and glanced at me. And then, the world stopped.Jackson. J, as in Jackson. Holy moly.
Jackson was as shocked as I was, and he stopped talking, but he regained his composure within seconds. "Hello, are you here for Econ 110?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm sorry I'm late. The traffic..." Shit. What a lame excuse.
"No worries," he said with a professional smile. "Have a seat, please. There are a couple in the back."
I dragged my feet toward the seats and plopped down, thankful that the guy sitting in front of me was tall enough to hide me from the professor's vision, at least temporarily. What the hell?
Minutes later, Jackson moved to stand in a different location, and our eyes met again. After he looked away, I stared at him. He looked even more handsome than he was five years ago and much more mature. His blue eyes were so intense, reminding me of Aiden, our son. Aiden had gotten almost everything from him, the eyes, the hairline, and eyebrows. He hadn't gotten the straight nose yet, but I could see it coming. I could hardly stop the smile from forming on my lips. My son would become a heartbreaker one day.
I was spacing out when I saw eyes on me again. I blinked and heard the professor's voice. "Sabrina, what's your opinion of that?"
Crap. I blinked and then cleared my throat. "I’m sorry. Could you please repeat the question?"
"What factors would drive up demands for an electric car?"
Oh, that's easy. "Gasoline price."
“Very well. What else?”
I racked my brain but couldn’t come up with anything this time. “I’m not sure.”
Since another student raised his hand, Jackson, or Dr. Hale, called him to answer the question instead.
I didn’t hear the answer. Instead, I dwelt on the fact that Jackson remembered my name. I didn’t expect that. Had he missed me as much as I had missed him?
As my mind drifted, Jackson spoke to me again. "Sabrina, please see me after class.”
“Okay.” My heart raced. What was it about?
Chapter 8
Jackson
I barely knew what I was talking about. I rambled on like a boring professor who forgot his notes. My notes were right in front of me, but I couldn't even follow them. There was only one thing on my mind: Sabrina.
Goddamn. She had not changed after all these years, except perhaps more beautiful than I remembered. Those hazel eyes, still so vulnerable and mesmerizing. She tried to hide behind the guy sitting in front of her, but I wouldn't let her. Hell, I had to make sure she wasn't another apparition. I asked her a question, just to make sure she wasn't a ghost or a figment of my imagination.
She stammered and blushed, confirming she was the girl I had so passionately made love to five years ago.
Now, fate brought us together again. I hadn't expected this at all. She told me she hated math. She was an English major, wasn't she? And what happened to her graduate study? Was she taking this class for personal enrichment? Unlikely. Most of the people in the extension program are career-minded.
Sabrina seemed stunned when I called her by her name as if she didn’t expect I would remember it. Well. I remembered a lot more than that. The taste of her lips, the feel of her touch, and the tightness of her walls when they gripped my cock. Fuck.Pull yourself together!A voice commanded in my head.
With the help of the PowerPoint lecture slides, I went on for another half an hour, mechanically explaining the basics of the science to the class. After assigning the class discussion questions for our next meeting, I finished the class earlier than usual to take care of some first-day administrative issues, namely, adding and dropping.
I found myself alone with Sabrina in the classroom at ten to nine.
She was sitting in her seat, studying her notes.
I observed her quietly for a second, then cleared my throat as I approached her.
She looked up and met my eyes. "Umm, I'm sorry again about my tardiness."
I put up a hand to stop her. "Like I said. It's okay. I'll go over some important information with you. But before we get to that," I paused and gazed into her eyes. "How have you been?"
"Oh!" She blushed, looking nervous. "I've been just fine. I, er, got accepted to the MBA program here at UCLA."
