ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY PROFESSOR/LAWYER

7

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW

Running as fast as my sore feet can take me, with my heels in my hands, I rush out of the hall, running like someone with fire under her ass untill I get to the parking lot. There are no taxis in sight as far as I can see, so I run to the other side, hoping I would at least see a taxi, even if it already has three darn people in it.

Thanks to my ill luck, there are no darn taxis in sight, not even a f*****g bicycle!

The rev of the engine of a car from behind me has me turning, and in the driver's seat, I see the devil, dressed in the darn blue suit, his grey eyes staring back at me as he beckones me over, wiggling his fingers, a smirk on his lips, like my plight and suffering is f*****g comical to him.

Have I mentioned he is an asshole?

I walk over to the car, the sleek red Aston Martin with gorgeous black tires, parked in the best spot, has me reeling in pure fascination.

Cars are my absolute weakness!

He winds down his window, looking me over, nothing but pure hate and lust in his eyes.

"I see you have seen the email?" He asks, that same smirk on his darn gorgeous face, "You should know, if you do not get there in time, I mean every word written in that email, you will, however, not only be fired, because of your...' relations' with me in the past, I will have you blacklisted as well. You might pass your exams, and I use the word might because you might be a brilliant student, but we do not always see the brilliant students at the top. Sometimes, they fly too high and end up crashing down, smashing their head in the process. I will make sure no one hires you, not without my say-so anyway. Good luck, Miss Cross," He says, rolling the window back up, revving his engine again, and speeding down the road, the tires of his car splashing some of the water in the puddle beside me, completely staining my black skirt with muddy water.

I look down at my skirt, the brown splotches completely irking me as I curse after him, his car speeding further down the road, completely out of sight. The time on my watch reminds me of my impending doom, as I frantically look around, hoping, praying for a divine solution, a miracle, something! From the God above.

Beep beep

The sound of a car has me turning to the side, amidst prayer, the words on my lips slowing down as an idea fills my mind, like the switch on of a light bulb. I smile immediately as I walk over to the driver inside it.

Old man Hendrick wrestles with his seat belt, his expression fussy and frustrated as he tries his hardest to get it to work. With a wide smile on my face at the sweet old man who always leaves me lunch anytime he comes around to see the dean, I knock on the window softly, hoping he has his hearing aid in.

He immediately looks up, his expression of frustration morphing into a smile as he sees who it is. He immediately leans over and unlocks the door.

"Aurelia! Thank the heavens it is you, can you please help me with this silly contraption, it won't move, and I have tried tugging on it for so long now."

I lean over and pull the belt gently, and immediately, it releases, allowing him to pull it to himself and lock it.

"Thank you, dear. You are always here when I need help. Are you an angel of some sort?" He asks, his British accent full on display

"You can say so. I have a favor to ask for."

"Well, do tell."

"I have a very important place to get to in" I look at my watch "Ten minutes, and if I do not go there now, I will lose my job, and I cannot afford it right now," I plead, knowing he would allow me in.

"Well, hop in. I will drive you there." With his driving skills, the only time I will get there is in the next thirty minutes.

Immediately, the look on Levi's face as he smirks in victory at me, his words of my doom as he fires me, come to mind, and I shake my head immediately, as vigorously as I can

"I need to get there as soon as possible, I can drive the car instead, please." He nods immediately, releasing the seat belt and getting in the back, his slow, wobbly legs increasing my anxiety as I try not to lift him myself. The second he is in, I close the door to his seat, and get in the driver's seat.

Speeding off the road, I remember the secret shortcut to the venue, only my brother and I discovered a few years ago when we played, and wandered off too far, and I swerved the car, taking the route, while looking at my watch.

Using this route, it would take me seven minutes to get there, as opposed to the fifteen it would have taken me if I had used the other route to get there.

"You okay back there, Mr Hendrick?" I ask, my voice soft, as opposed to the anxiety I am currently dealing with as I try my hardest to make this car move faster than it was built to

"Oh, I'm good, dear," He says, his hands clutching his seat belt for dear life, as I drive at a speed I am sure he has never ever before.

He is the kind of man who was so paranoid, he would never do anything more than his scared mind would allow, and that includes driving at an extremely slow speed, not stepping on a crack, not moving more than a cerian pace, even though his body could take it.

You would think he was a hundred years old, and not the seventy-year-old man he is.

Pulling up at the huge mansion, I park the car gently and take a quick look at my watch, I still have three minutes to spare.

"Thank you, Mr Hendrick, I have to go now, but I promise, I will make it up to you soon with a good plate of your favourite pasta!" I say, rushing out, and grabbing my heels in my hand, as I run up the expensive garden, my sore feet screaming at me as they move off the smooth grounds.

I run till I see them at the door of the mansion, Levi in the middle with his hands in his pockets, as he watches silently, probably waiting for one of us to be late.

"Sir, here's one of us," I hear one of the guys say, as I get closer to them, out of breath, feet aching, but at least with one minute to spare

Thank God for that track training in high school!

I look up, straightening as I try to catch my breath, not caring about my frazzled appearance as he stares at me, his expression dark, frustrated, as anger flares in his grey eyes that suddenly look stormy.

"You're fired."