“I think you would benefit from a private session with me,” Professor Penmayne says. “I’ll go through the coursework with you. Make sure you’re on the right track.”

What?

After him asking me out for a drink, now he’s trying this? Is he being serious?

“If you are wondering if this is in any way a personal matter,” the professor continues, “then do not fear. I must confess I should not have said those words the other night outside the gym. I am prepared to keep this strictly professional. Strictlyteacher-studentand nothing more. You have my word.”

It’s like he can read my mind. And he isn’t afraid to broach the subject that I’m too scared to discuss.

I nod. “Thank you,” I say.

“Do you think I shouldn’t have spoken to you outside the gym?” he asks me, his piercing blue eyes now firmly trained on mine.

I shake my head. “No. It was fine. We were both there together. It was polite.”

“Even so,” he says. “I really shouldn’t have asked you out for a drink. It was highly unprofessional of me as your professor.”

“It’s honestly fine,” I reply.

But I want to ask him a million questions about it. What was he thinking when he asked me to a bar? Was it a mere lapse of judgment, or something deeper?

And, most of all, I want to ask him how he’s been able to take up so much real-estate of my mind.

“You can always refuse this request,” he says. “But I strongly suggest I help you catch up. I see a lot of potential in you, Olivia.”

“Where will we meet?” I ask him.

“My place,” he replies. A glimmer flickers in his eyes. “You should know the address, considering you ran past it the other day.”

Oh, crap. He knows.

I am a freaking terrible stalker.

“Um... sure.”

“Come by tomorrow at seven,” he commands.

“Will do.”

I squeak out a goodbye and hastily leave the lecture hall with Professor Penmayne’s eyes still fixated on me.

Have I been asked on some kind of date? What am I walking into here?

And why am I agreeing to it?

It was highly unprofessional of me as your professor...

22

SPENCER

Olivia arrivesat mine exactly on time.

Perfect. Such a good girl.

I open the door to her with a slight bounce in my step.

“Olivia, come in.”