I take a few sips from my drink. She must have known that I had the hots for her, and clearly it’s amusing her to throw me off guard. Whatever Professor Ferguson is trying to accomplish with this line of banter she has chosen, it’s working. I’m not one for playing games, though—and I certainly don’t enjoy being played.
“Pro—” I start, but quickly correct myself. “Joanne.” I find her gaze. Her eyes are wide behind her glasses, her face relaxed.
“Yes, Gail.” She quirks up her eyebrows, the way she used to during an exam, to indicate doubt about where my answer was going.
“Are you—” Before I can finish my question, the door to the bar swings open, distracting me—something I’m not entirely unhappy about. The man who checked us in earlier scans the room and fixes his eyes on our table before
