Page 53 of The Love Interest
William’s sexy blue eyes nearly bulged out of their sexy sockets, but it was the sexy bulge in his trousers that Lucy could not take her eyes off of. “Bloody hell, woman. Are you drunk?”
“Indeed, I am, my lord. But it isyouwho appears to be under the influence…of my hot, young body.”
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Right, then, darlin’.
That’s a load of bollocks.
Havin’ a pint now, are we? Good for you, babe—goin’ out on the piss. It’s Saturday night, innit?! ’Ave some fun, why dontcha? No need to work while you wait for Professor Darcy to show, now is there? Just a little creative writin’ exercise, I know, but let’s not bring me and Lucy into it, okay? We need a night off too.
Order yourself another one, tits out and sit tight.
He’ll show.
You know he will.
And when he does—you go on and lord them over him.
You show that tosser what he’s been missin’.
Cheers, luv. ’Ave a good one.
27
FIONA
You’re right, William.
I’m just gonna hang out here and have another beer. By myself. In a diner. In Manhattan. At one o’clock on a Saturday night. Like most super cool twenty-five-year-olds.
I’m just a little titsy. Just exactly the right amount of tits…tips. Tipsiness.
Maybe I shouldn’t order another one.
“Ellen! Heyyyy, Ellen! Hi! Can I have another one of these delicious beers, please, Ellen? Thank you, Ellen!”
Ellen glances over at me from across the room and nods once. She loves me.Oh, Ellen.
I love it here. I’m so glad I’m here instead of at the three other things I was invited to tonight. Jed keeps texting me selfies from some loft party in Queens. He took a picture with a woman that he thought was the girl fromGleebut was in fact a very elegant floor lamp with a wig on it. So he’s having fun.
And I’m doing this. But not for much longer. If the professor doesn’t show up in half an hour, I’m leaving. That will be it. I can’t wait for him any longer.
There’s less than two weeks left of this semester. After the last fiction workshop class in mid-December, Professor Ford and I don’thaveto see each other on campus. This would be a relief if he wanted to see me outside of class. It will be absolute agony for every single part of me if I can’t see him until May, when his teaching contract is over. There’s a very good chance my clitoris will turn to dust if I use my Magic Wand one more time. While fantasizing about my fiction prof going down on me in his office. Plus, I’ve never been through an East Coast winter before. What if my frustrated, overly stimulated nips freeze and actually fall off when they rub up against something? Because I refuse to wear a padded bra. #freethenipple. I feel very strongly about this.
I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the only three things that can dim these high-beam headlights are Emmett’s hands and Emmett’s mouth. Although, things will obviously get worse before they get better. Or maybe I haven’t thought this through all the way yet.
Where’s my beer?
Ellen is nowhere to be found.
Neither is Professor Grumpy Face.
My phone vibrates, and somehow I know it’s my mom texting me. I know it’s not Jed again, and I know for sure that it’s not Emmett. God forbid he should text me from his personal phone. It has been less than a week since I saw my parents back home for Thanksgiving, but I miss them already.
SISSY: Hi there. Long time no cock pic.
ME: Hi Mommmmyyyyyy!!!!! I’m sorry. Been soooooo busy.
