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“Wow. Why is he staring at you like he wants to kill you?”
“No clue,” I lie to my friend only to think better of it. “Actually, he sort of works with Oliver. I don’t think he knew I was a student here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember I told you Oliver got me a position in the—”
“Emergency room at MGH!” she finishes for me. “Holy fried cheeseballs. You’re going to be working with him?”
“So it seems,” I answer, still locked in a visual battle with my guy. I’m almost starting to find this amusing except it isn’t. I know it, and so does he. It’s trouble. For both of us if anyone ever finds out.
“Damn. I’m so jealous. Think of all the storage rooms he could pin you against the wall in. I’m totally putting my money on you banging him first then.”
I cough out a guffaw that startles half the class. I clear my throat and ignore the curious stares. “That won’t be me, babe. I refuse to be the med student who ends up forced into podiatry or men’s health treating erectile dysfunction and baldness because I screwed my teacher and boss.”
Screwing your professor or student is never a good thing. It’s a frowned upon, forbidden thing. I don’t know all the rules related to that, I just know that at the very least, it’s unethical because he grades me. It’s also the sort of thing that follows you around like a ‘kick me’ sign on your back, giving everyone the right to take a shot at you.
Not that I plan to screw him again. No man is worth that fate. I don’t care how hot the sex was.
“Wow, you really thought that through.”
“Doesn’t make it less true.”
Callan’s jaw is tighter than a drum as he finally looks away.
I have two and a half more months with him as my professor. Plus, there’s that other not-so-small thing. The thing neither of us knew about when he took me to his bed and he’s still in the dark about.
That only makes this worse.
This is going to get complicated and messy in a nanosecond if I don’t clean this all up.
But how the fuck do I tell Oliver, who got me a summer position helping in the emergency room, that I can’t work there because of a certain doctor without outing what happened between us?
It’s impossible.
Our situation is a storm we have to weather and will instantly grow to resent the destruction it leaves us in.
There is no escaping him. Here in the class or there in the hospital. He’ll be all I know and all I see and all I feel because, for the past three days, he’sallI’ve thought about. Best sex of my life and it had to come from the man who is now my professor.
He rounds the desk at the front of the room and taps his laptop keyboard with so much vitriol and force I’m shocked the thing didn’t break apart. He reads something on the screen and when he finds whatever it is he’s looking for, he looks like he’s ready to explode.
Frustrated hands run through his thick, brown hair, and then it’s all over. With the flip of a switch, he’s calm, composed, and now ignoring me completely.
Phew! That’s a relief.
“Good morning, everyone.” He calls attention to the class as if he didn’t have their undivided attention already. Everyone in here is locked on him.
The women especially.
“As you all know by now, we lost a great man on Friday,” he continues. “I knew Dr. Lawrence my entire life. His loss will echo the halls and be felt for decades to come.”
He moves back to the front of his desk and then sits on the edge of it, staring out as he commands the room. The way he did in the restaurant Friday night when he walked into it.
“The medical school has asked me to finish up the remainder of your Essentials Homeostasis II course and out of respect to Dr. Lawrence, I agreed until they find a permanent replacement. I’m going to assume you’re all up-to-date on the course curriculum and have been meeting your lab and simulator requirements. I’ll break you up into your groups in a few minutes to review the neural pathways you should have all been studying, but if anyone has any questions for me prior to that, now is the time to ask.”
Daria’s hand shoots straight up in the air as she starts to speak. “Are you really Callan Barrows from the band Central Square? I grew up listening to your music. I love it.”
He sighs. “Yes. Any other questions? Perhaps about my medical background since medicine is why we’re here.”
