Page 77 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

“Olivia? Where have you been?” she asks me, a suspicious eyebrow raised as soon as I unlock the door.

I smirk. “I was at the gym.”

Yeah, I’m not a very good liar.

And I’m not wearing gym clothes, nor holding anything resembling a workout bag. So flimsy.

I see my roommate’s eyes scan down my body. She’s clearly noticing the lack of gym clothing on me as well.

“Okay...”

“How was your night?” I ask her, wanting to move the conversation along. “Had a good one?”

“I spent the night with Luke,” Ava tells me. “At his place.”

Well, at least that means she wasn’t here to realize I never came home.

“Nice,” I say.

I take a seat on my bed and shut my eyes. I haven’t realized how tired I am until I’ve stopped moving. It’s fair to say I didn’t get much sleep last night.

“You really like him, don’t you?” I ask Ava, opening my eyes to look at her.

“Luke?”

“Yeah.”

She takes in a deep breath and then smiles. “Yeah, I do. I really do.”

“Do you think he’s the...one?” I ask. “However corny that may sound.”

Ava nods slowly. “Yeah. He might be. I know you two don’t get along, but he is good to me.”

I would beg to differ, but I can see the joy on my roommate’s face as she talks about the two of them, and I wouldn’t want to destroy that spark for the whole world. I hold my tongue.

“I’m happy for you,” I say. “And when did you know he was the one?”

Ava shrugs. “It’s just a feeling, you know. When you feel like you fullyknowthe person. When your obsession and lust for them changes into the feeling that you would do anything for them.”

“And you have that for Luke?”

“Yes. I know it’s not good for me, but sometimes I like to just think about our future together,” Ava says. “I think about marriage. Kids. The whole freaking lot. The thought makes me happy.”

“You can see yourself spending your whole life with him?” I ask. I’m not being patronizing; I’m genuinely curious.

I wonder what it would feel to know a man might marry you. A man who might want to spend the rest of his life with you, and not just get you to sign some NDA for a so-calledcasualrelationship.

“Yes,” Ava replies. “I really can.”

I smile at her. She seems sincerely certain.

She seems like she’s in love.

“I’m going to have a shower,” I announce, pulling myself off my bed.

I rummage through my things, looking for some fresh clothes. The journal where I jotted down that sensual dream about Spencer Penmayne is on top of my clean pile of laundry.

Well, that impossible dream kinda became true in the end...

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