you’re a keeper, and I happen to agree with her.”
***
I didn’t see Leo over the weekend and that was partly because he had to go into damage control. Jase was unable to work as Mimi was to remain in hospital. Understandably so, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. That left Leo to hold the fort at the restaurant. And then there was the art history exam I had scheduled for early Monday morning. It was based on a topic I was familiar with, but what I lacked was date retention and key terminology from the era.
Nicole was in and out over the weekend, mostly working shifts and cramming for her own exams at the university library. Leo had kept in contact, texting me throughout the days and calling at night. We would speak for close to an hour every time and our topics of conversation never ran dry. I was delighted to hear Mimi was doing slightly better, some colour having returned to her cheeks. But sadly, she was still too sick to enjoy the comforts of her own home and remained in hospital.
“I have something for you,” Leo announced during our chat on Sunday night.
“Oh, do tell.” I was lying in bed with just the glow of the bedside lamp listening to his silky smooth voice. He sounded tired and overworked but still his accent helped carry a rhythm.
“No telling. You’ll have to wait and see on Tuesday night.”
“My mind wanders.”
“I would love to know the places your mind wanders.”
“I would love to show you.”
“Bella,” Leo sighed. “You’re going to leave me craving you in real life and my dreams.”
“Maybe that’s my plan.”
CHAPTER 12
“Maybe I should ask to re-sit the exam,” Marge suggested, frown lines marring her round face. I followed her gaze down to where Professor Jolly stood with Laney, a young up and coming history tutor under the wing of the teacher.
He lived up to his name. Jolly always seemed to be…well jolly. Walking on stage in the amphitheater with a glass of red wine, he would sip during sentences and gesture widely without spilling a drop. He was the professor all universities needed and apparently the right professor to charm your way to the top. Laney was beautiful and worse still, she knew it. Her behaviour caused a few raised eyebrows and rumors were spreading fast. Marge, however, being rather naïve, remained immune to the ‘actual’ gossip and assumed Laney got what she wanted because she simply asked.
“Marge, it’s a given Laney passes, whether she deserves it or not.”
“Why?”
All I could do was stare in amusement. “Look at them,” I indicated down at the stage. “And look closely.”
She followed my gaze and together we watched as Laney, dressed in tight jeans and a black crop top took to touching Professor Jolly coyly on the arms before sharing a laugh. It quickly escalated as they both leaned closer to each other whispering, followed by a laugh. Jolly then gestured for Laney to walk next to him, his hand falling to her lower waist. They disappeared through the left side curtains as I turned my attention back to Marge.
“Do you see?” I asked.
Marge faced me, her confused expression from earlier even more pronounced now. “I just don’t understand. I try to talk with him all the time and never once has he given me an answer longer than two words.”
“Marge! Are you for real? You don’t give him pussy that’s why.”
A look of horror possessed her face and it took all the will I could muster not to laugh. The poor dear.
“Laney gives him pussy ?”
Hooking my bag over my shoulder I stared in dismay. “I think you have selective sight, Marge.”
“I don’t stand a chance at re-sitting the exam then.”
“I’m sure you didn’t do too badly.” I could reassure all I wanted, but Marge did struggle with the theory element.
“Hopefully not bad enough I have to offer myself as a sacrifice.”
***
I caught up with Marge after she left me dumbfounded with her last
***
I didn’t see Leo over the weekend and that was partly because he had to go into damage control. Jase was unable to work as Mimi was to remain in hospital. Understandably so, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. That left Leo to hold the fort at the restaurant. And then there was the art history exam I had scheduled for early Monday morning. It was based on a topic I was familiar with, but what I lacked was date retention and key terminology from the era.
Nicole was in and out over the weekend, mostly working shifts and cramming for her own exams at the university library. Leo had kept in contact, texting me throughout the days and calling at night. We would speak for close to an hour every time and our topics of conversation never ran dry. I was delighted to hear Mimi was doing slightly better, some colour having returned to her cheeks. But sadly, she was still too sick to enjoy the comforts of her own home and remained in hospital.
“I have something for you,” Leo announced during our chat on Sunday night.
“Oh, do tell.” I was lying in bed with just the glow of the bedside lamp listening to his silky smooth voice. He sounded tired and overworked but still his accent helped carry a rhythm.
“No telling. You’ll have to wait and see on Tuesday night.”
“My mind wanders.”
“I would love to know the places your mind wanders.”
“I would love to show you.”
“Bella,” Leo sighed. “You’re going to leave me craving you in real life and my dreams.”
“Maybe that’s my plan.”
CHAPTER 12
“Maybe I should ask to re-sit the exam,” Marge suggested, frown lines marring her round face. I followed her gaze down to where Professor Jolly stood with Laney, a young up and coming history tutor under the wing of the teacher.
He lived up to his name. Jolly always seemed to be…well jolly. Walking on stage in the amphitheater with a glass of red wine, he would sip during sentences and gesture widely without spilling a drop. He was the professor all universities needed and apparently the right professor to charm your way to the top. Laney was beautiful and worse still, she knew it. Her behaviour caused a few raised eyebrows and rumors were spreading fast. Marge, however, being rather naïve, remained immune to the ‘actual’ gossip and assumed Laney got what she wanted because she simply asked.
“Marge, it’s a given Laney passes, whether she deserves it or not.”
“Why?”
All I could do was stare in amusement. “Look at them,” I indicated down at the stage. “And look closely.”
She followed my gaze and together we watched as Laney, dressed in tight jeans and a black crop top took to touching Professor Jolly coyly on the arms before sharing a laugh. It quickly escalated as they both leaned closer to each other whispering, followed by a laugh. Jolly then gestured for Laney to walk next to him, his hand falling to her lower waist. They disappeared through the left side curtains as I turned my attention back to Marge.
“Do you see?” I asked.
Marge faced me, her confused expression from earlier even more pronounced now. “I just don’t understand. I try to talk with him all the time and never once has he given me an answer longer than two words.”
“Marge! Are you for real? You don’t give him pussy that’s why.”
A look of horror possessed her face and it took all the will I could muster not to laugh. The poor dear.
“Laney gives him pussy ?”
Hooking my bag over my shoulder I stared in dismay. “I think you have selective sight, Marge.”
“I don’t stand a chance at re-sitting the exam then.”
“I’m sure you didn’t do too badly.” I could reassure all I wanted, but Marge did struggle with the theory element.
“Hopefully not bad enough I have to offer myself as a sacrifice.”
***
I caught up with Marge after she left me dumbfounded with her last
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