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“Well, you were an asshole so I walked home.”
“You walked home! By yourself! Ainsley, you know I would have taken you. You shouldn’t do that, not in this neighborhood.”
“With your tongue down Cody’s throat, I didn’t want to interrupt,” she said, anger seething in the undertones. “So I walked home. Meredith saw me walking and stopped, and I was drunk, so I got in, and it got really awkward really fast. I ended up back at her place—”
“You didn’t.”
“I didn’t.”
“You sure?”
“Promise,” she said. “Nothing major happened. But the next morning was awkward because I was drunk the night before, and then in class today—in class today it got heated. Well, after class really, but I think it’s all fine, and I just don’t know anymore. It’s hard to figure it out.”
“Then don’t think about it for a while. You don’t have to meet with her. Just go to class and leave like any other student and let yourself sort it through for a bit. You’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded at her.
“Yeah, okay,” she said. “I’ll just act normal.”
“Good idea. Or…”
“Or what?”
Adam grinned. “Or I could set you up with someone else. What about that Jenny chick?”
“I think not,” she answered. “Besides isn’t Jenny with Debbie? Or maybe it was Amanda, I really don’t remember.”
“She’s not. She’s single. She’s looking. You could go out with her. One date isn’t going to kill you, and it could easily take your mind of the prof-lady.”
“Not happening.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No.”
“We’ll see,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Ainsley dropped the conversation, knowing she wouldn’t get anywhere, especially if he had his mind set. She decided just to eat her lunch and go home and do homework, then have a beer to relax. Anything to take her mind off the look in Meredith’s face when she’d studied how finely curved her form was. Ugh , Ainsley thought. Can’t even stop for a few minutes.
Chapter Six
Meredith was curled up in the chair in the corner of her office at home. She leaned back with one paper in her hand and a stack to her right. Sipping at a glass of wine, she read through the paper, line by line, impressed with each passing sentence. The story wove through the history of the student’s life with beauty and care. There was a sense of being in the story itself—she could see the child bounding around the house with so much energy she couldn’t contain it.
Giggling at some of the antics, Meredith flipped the page and read it top to bottom. She finished the whole story, tears slipping down her cheeks a she flipped back around to the second page and avoided the cover sheet. Meredith finished off her wine, and then she picked up a pencil and went through the piece again, this time marking it up.
She had very few comments to make. It was definitely an A+ paper. She scribbled a few things here or there, and made a few grammatical comments. She wrote the grade on the last sheet along with a quick note. She wanted to meet with this student for certain. The prose were beautiful, and Meredith saw so much potential. There was a contest coming up for memoir, and a little reworking of this piece, and whoever it was could win.
Flipping to the cover page, Meredith scanned down it until she reached the name at the very bottom. Ainsley Jacobs. Her heart sank, her teeth clenched and tension rolled through her shoulders. Meredith debated on erasing the note at the end to meet with Ainsley, but it wouldn’t be fair. She hadn’t known at the time it was Ainsley’s paper—something she did on purpose with all students when grading—so there was no reason to think it was aimed specifically at her.
Meredith let out another breath and set the paper to the side. Wine—she needed another healthy dose of wine. Uncurling her legs from under her body, Meredith sauntered into her kitchen with her wine glass and
“Well, you were an asshole so I walked home.”
“You walked home! By yourself! Ainsley, you know I would have taken you. You shouldn’t do that, not in this neighborhood.”
“With your tongue down Cody’s throat, I didn’t want to interrupt,” she said, anger seething in the undertones. “So I walked home. Meredith saw me walking and stopped, and I was drunk, so I got in, and it got really awkward really fast. I ended up back at her place—”
“You didn’t.”
“I didn’t.”
“You sure?”
“Promise,” she said. “Nothing major happened. But the next morning was awkward because I was drunk the night before, and then in class today—in class today it got heated. Well, after class really, but I think it’s all fine, and I just don’t know anymore. It’s hard to figure it out.”
“Then don’t think about it for a while. You don’t have to meet with her. Just go to class and leave like any other student and let yourself sort it through for a bit. You’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded at her.
“Yeah, okay,” she said. “I’ll just act normal.”
“Good idea. Or…”
“Or what?”
Adam grinned. “Or I could set you up with someone else. What about that Jenny chick?”
“I think not,” she answered. “Besides isn’t Jenny with Debbie? Or maybe it was Amanda, I really don’t remember.”
“She’s not. She’s single. She’s looking. You could go out with her. One date isn’t going to kill you, and it could easily take your mind of the prof-lady.”
“Not happening.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No.”
“We’ll see,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Ainsley dropped the conversation, knowing she wouldn’t get anywhere, especially if he had his mind set. She decided just to eat her lunch and go home and do homework, then have a beer to relax. Anything to take her mind off the look in Meredith’s face when she’d studied how finely curved her form was. Ugh , Ainsley thought. Can’t even stop for a few minutes.
Chapter Six
Meredith was curled up in the chair in the corner of her office at home. She leaned back with one paper in her hand and a stack to her right. Sipping at a glass of wine, she read through the paper, line by line, impressed with each passing sentence. The story wove through the history of the student’s life with beauty and care. There was a sense of being in the story itself—she could see the child bounding around the house with so much energy she couldn’t contain it.
Giggling at some of the antics, Meredith flipped the page and read it top to bottom. She finished the whole story, tears slipping down her cheeks a she flipped back around to the second page and avoided the cover sheet. Meredith finished off her wine, and then she picked up a pencil and went through the piece again, this time marking it up.
She had very few comments to make. It was definitely an A+ paper. She scribbled a few things here or there, and made a few grammatical comments. She wrote the grade on the last sheet along with a quick note. She wanted to meet with this student for certain. The prose were beautiful, and Meredith saw so much potential. There was a contest coming up for memoir, and a little reworking of this piece, and whoever it was could win.
Flipping to the cover page, Meredith scanned down it until she reached the name at the very bottom. Ainsley Jacobs. Her heart sank, her teeth clenched and tension rolled through her shoulders. Meredith debated on erasing the note at the end to meet with Ainsley, but it wouldn’t be fair. She hadn’t known at the time it was Ainsley’s paper—something she did on purpose with all students when grading—so there was no reason to think it was aimed specifically at her.
Meredith let out another breath and set the paper to the side. Wine—she needed another healthy dose of wine. Uncurling her legs from under her body, Meredith sauntered into her kitchen with her wine glass and
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