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He jerks, obviously uncomfortable and taken aback, and I immediately drop my hand, realizing my mistake a moment too late. He turns, his face hardening once he sees it’s me who’s stalled his exit.
Good god.
My view of him from my seat, while spellbinding, was nothing compared to this. Up close, I tilt my head back ever so slightly and stare at the face of a fallen angel. My brain—never one to wax poetic before this moment—feels like now is a good time to start.Whip out that sketch pad you’ve never used and start drawing because this is a face you’ll want to remember.
It’s sad, though, that I have no time to truly appreciate the full extent of him, especially since he’s waiting for me to speak.
“Ms. Mercier,” he prompts.
“Emelia,” I add with a timid smile, hoping to thaw the ice between us.
But if anything, it only solidifies as he glances down to check his watch, a Patek Philippe with a silver face and black leather band. I only recognize it because I saw an actor wearing the same one in the most recent James Bond movie. Never mind that the actor was playing the part of the villain…
“Umm…I just wanted to take a moment to clarify that I wasn’t talking during your lecture. I—”
His jaw ticks. “I have somewhere I need to be.”
Heat spreads up my neck and cheeks. “Oh, okay. I won’t keep you long. It’s only…”
He clears his throat and looks away.
Right. Crap.This is going worse than I anticipated. I abandon my earlier agenda and decide to go straight to the most pertinent issue.
“I was wondering if I could schedule a time to meet with you concerning my junior thesis project?”
“No,” he says at the same time I continue with, “I don’t have an adviser yet.”
Since we speak over each other, it takes my brain an obnoxious amount of time to realize he’s outright rejected me.
“No, you don’t have time for a meeting?” I ask, my voice lilting with hope.
“No, I’m not advising any more undergraduate students this semester.”
My brows furrow in confusion as I point to where the blonde was just standing. “But I thought I heard you talking with that other student about being her adviser?”
This does not go over well. His blue eyes sear into me as he looks down and waits for me to come up with a better course of action than admitting to eavesdropping on him with another student.
“I just thought that’s what it sounded like…”
I wish I could stuff my fist into my mouth. At this point I’ve dug myself into a proper-sized hole, and there’s no coming out of it.
This is when I would love to hear the blare of my alarm clock stirring me from my sweet slumber.Wow, what an awful dream that was. Can you imagine? Me embarrassing myself like that in front of my professor on the first day? Sheesh.
But this isn’t a dream, and there’s no way to come back from this disaster.
“Is there anything else, Ms. Mercier?”
I shake my head, at a loss for words. Then he turns, pushes the side door open, and lets it bang closed behind him.
