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JULIAN
“The first day of class is always the hardest. The students are antsy because all they’ve done is get drunk and party.” Dr. Stephanie Francis prattles on as we enter the lecture hall.
This is old hat, nothing I don’t already know, but she seems to be one of those eager-to-please types, so I indulge her.
“It’s understandable. Break has ended and it’s time to get serious.” I drop my satchel on the podium.
“Julian, I doubt you’ll have any issues. With your accent, you’ll have them eating out of your hand.” She places a hand on my arm and looks up at me through fluttering lashes.
I do my best to appease her, but she has no idea she isn’t the woman I’m searching for. “Doesn’t really matter as long as they turn in their assignments on time.”
She gives my arm a gentle squeeze. “I’ll leave you to get settled. If there’s anything you need, my office is always open.”
“I’ve got it covered from here. Thank you, Dr. Francis,” I say with a smile before I unpack my bag.
The clicking of her heels on the floor signals her departure. Thank Christ for that. If I’d had to endure her flirting any longer, I would have booked a one-way ticket back home to merry old England.
I came to America for a temporary position at Danville University to teach Intro to Shakespeare. I didn’t want to leave Cambridge, but the opportunity was too good to pass up for one very specific reason. Meghan.
I only meant my affair with Meghan to be temporary, a silly summer affair. I was mesmerized by her long blonde hair, eyes the color of the bluest ocean, a petite figure, and curves that would bring a man to his knees. My cock hardens when I think of the time we spent together.
We met by chance at a small café. She spilled a spot of scalding tea on my lap and somehow, we got along swimmingly. One thing led to another and the rest, as they say, was history.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand. “I can’t believe I did that. I’m so sorry.”
My lap was on fire, and once it cooled, all I felt was wet. The woman who spilled the tea was frantically handing me tissue after tissue, taking them from nearby tables.
“I think I have things covered from here,” I said, placing my hand over hers before it reached my cock.
“I’ll pay to have them cleaned,” she offered.
“It was a simple cock-up,” I replied casually. “I was planning on purchasing another pair.”
She digs into the leather bag slung across her body and pulls out a wad of pound notes. “Here. Let me pay for them.”
I closed my hand over hers and smiled. “It’s not a bother, truly. Why don’t you have a seat?”
She obeys and lets out a heavy sigh. “I really am sorry. It’s this jet lag. I know you’re supposed to stay awake to let your body adjust, but honestly, I just want to take a nap.”
I couldn’t help my reaction to her innocence, to the sweetness radiating from her. She leaned forward, placed her elbows on the table, and rested her head in her hands. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head in a bun, and she wore a pair of olive-colored trousers and a floral blouse.
“Don’t worry.” Giving in to temptation, I reached out and put a hand on her knee. “No one will know if you take a nap during the middle of the day.”
The memory of our first encounter brings a smile to my face. For some reason, I was able to keep her at my table, chatting happily, ignoring my soaking wet clothing. She was studying at Cambridge for the summer before returning home to her position as an adjunct professor at Danville. After our first kiss, I knew Meghan was special, that we’d last longer than the summer. When we parted ways, we promised to stay in touch. For a fortnight, we exchanged emails before all correspondence from her came to an abrupt stop.
As luck would have it, I got the call to be a guest lecturer in the English department a few weeks ago and jumped at the chance. Now I just have to find my girl.
My watch beeps, signaling it’s time for my lecture to begin.
“It’s now or never,” I grumble into the empty lecture hall.
As if on cue, students file into the space. One by one, they take their seats, eagerly waiting for their college experience to begin.
“Everyone, take a seat quickly. We have a lot to cover today.”
“Wait, you’re actually teaching today?” a student asks.
“Your name?”
