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“See if you can’t get a few more days before you have to go home,” he finally says, looking more certain.
The authority returning to his voice.
“Don’t worry about where to stay in the meantime. I’ll take care of that,” he says quickly, waving away my question before I even have a chance to ask.
“I’ll drop you at the theater and come back here, and finish packing,” he adds, striding over to me and pulling me close with a low growl.
Feeling myself in his arms instantly takes away all my doubts, worries, and fears.
I’m more worried about how I’ll handle Zoe on my own because she can read me so easily. But right now, with his arms holding me close, I can only melt into his rock hard body.
Feeling him through his clothes, gently pawing at his chest, and taking in his scent.
His subtle cologne with a fresh laundry scent, that’s now also got a subtle hint of my own essence blended in with it.
None of it is making me want to leave this room let alone town. But I still feel a familiar dread creeping in as my life slowly but surely pulls back into focus.
My life pre-climax courtesy of one Professor Grayson.
“Everything is gonna be fine,” Michael says, reading my thoughts as well as feeling my anxiety as he holds me.
I look up at him, needing to hear that more than once, he chuckles quietly before repeating himself, and plants a small kiss on my forehead.
It’s a long way for him to bend down, but as I’ve discovered, he’s more flexible than he looks. And so am I.
It’s as we’re getting ready to leave that the phone on his desk rings and he automatically goes back and answers.
Like the past hour never happened. He goes back to playing the proper Professor.
But no, the glance and little wink he shoots at me tell me he’s not forgotten about us and what we just did at all. Far from it.
“Oh Hi, Mitch… Yeah, I did leave a note for you, about the heating? Say, I know it’s just a couple more days but what do you think? You can? Oh, that’s mighty kind of ya, I still have a ton to pack up here, and … Yeah? Well okay then, and thanks again.”
I don’t hide my puzzlement, and he hangs up the phone with the same degree of triumph his daughter showed when her leading lady’s understudy broke her leg.
“I know,” he says knowingly, hooking an arm around my waist as he pulls his office door closed.
“Zoe’s not the only one in the family who can act when she wants her own way.”
“But why would you want the heating back on?” I ask.
His stern look before he sighs and clicks his tongue beats me to my own answer.
“Oh…” I remark quietly, a thrill running through me as I know for sure now that the Professor has at least one more lesson to teach me in class before we’re both through with college.
I don’t ask him to, and I know he doesn’t care if the whole world knows right now, except maybe Zoe. But Michael drops me around the corner from the theater in town and reminds me he’ll be back soon.
“I’ll pack up the office then head over, make sure and tell Zoe I’m proud of her, won’t you?” he asks.
I almost want to tell him to tell her himself, but if I’m feeling more than a little awkward about the whole Zoe thing, I can only imagine how he’s feeling. Being her dad and all.
Me being her best friend that he’s just eaten out on his desk and plans to skewer good and proper before the weekend’s out, no doubt.
I sigh with a tremor and watch him pull away from the curb. Glad he took off right away because I practically run right into Zoe as she rounds the corner from the theater.
“Sheree,” she squeals, gripping me by the arms and doing a little dance of excitement.
“How’d you... Never mind,” she says quickly, interrupting her own question so she can tell me her whole story from the beginning up to this moment.
How if it wasn’t for her the production couldn’t go ahead, how she’s way better than the current Juliet they’ve cast and it’s only a matter of time before she’s given the lead role… And last but not least, how hot the actor playing Romeo is.
About how sure she is that he has a thing for her already.
I focus on letting her speak. Grateful she hasn’t even mentioned her dad or how quickly I got here.
She rattles on for a while yet, talking herself up but like I said, this is her moment. I can let her shine. She deserves it.
But her face suddenly shifts. Contorts into a frown and her brow darkens.
