“I didn’t expect anything less,” I reply.
“And I’m not going to be easy. Just to warn you.”
“I never thought you would be.”
“Are you ready to work hard for me?” she asks.
“You’re a complicated woman, Miss Weldon. You know that?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” she replies. “So I am going to repeat it. Are you ready to work hard for me?”
“Yes.”
Olivia straightens up, satisfied.
“Good,” she retorts.
And then she struts out of my lecture hall, almost as fast as she did last night from my front porch. My eyes follow her shapely ass as she leaves the room. It’s quite a show she puts on for me.
Fuck.
I’ll be remembering that image of her ass for later tonight when I’m all alone in the safety of my place. Somewhere I can allow myself to think dirty thoughts about my student.
Yeah, I’m going to work so fucking hard to get her.
42
OLIVIA
The last thingI expect when I enter my dorm room is to see Ava, sitting on her bed, crying her heart out. She’s holding her phone in her lap as tears stream down her face freely.
I quickly close the door behind me to shut out the world. I bet she doesn’t want anyone witnessing her like this.
“Ava, what’s wrong?” I walk over to my roommate and sit down next to her. “Are you okay?”
“Olivia?”
“I’m here,” I reply.
“I’m sorry you had to walk in on this,” she mutters between quick breaths. “I thought I would be alone. God, I’m embarrassed.”
I reach for a box of tissues.
“There’s nothing you have to be sorry for.”
“I must look so ugly,” she says, sobbing.
“You never could.”
“I’m not like this usually,” she explains.
“No, of course you’re not,” I reply.
“You seeing me like this is so damn embarrassing. I don’t want to be a hassle.”
“You’re not,” I say softly. “Please feel free to share whatever’s wrong.”
Ava dries her eyes, but still the tears come. I rub her back tenderly as she struggles to get the words out. It’s weird seeing this extroverted girl be so vulnerable.