a self made pact
223 Words
class ended to sound today. I need to catch professor Shane off guard.
the freshman were thinning out as a approached. finally giving me a look at how handsome my middle-aged target was. ten years my senior professor Shane was a notably foot taller than me and brought a new meaning to tall dark and handsome with his Cherokee features, long dark hair and the rarest brown/green eyes.
"professor can I have a moment" I asked coyly pretending to be interested in the vampires of lore.
"Miss St. John to what do I owe the pleasure"? he asked mockingly
"I was thinking if the English were so afraid why not just stay indoors at night?"
instead of receiving an answer I obviously got under his skin.
"if it were so simple Daphne then we wouldn't have horror stories at all then would we?" he asked in return.
"I suppose not" was all I could muster.
"good day then Miss St. John" he eyed cooly.
"good day professor." I sulked on.
looks like I have some research to catch up on before next week's class. he will see I won't back down easy. I officially have two task for my first year here. fetch the priceless jewelry of Tudor for my great grandmother and make Professor Shane Richmond fall madly in love with me.
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