“Ah.” Briefly, she chews her lip again. “Always such a pleasant experience when you entered the room.”
The blush that I had hoped to keep confined to my neck is swiftly creeping upward. I’m also still a bit stuck on her comment on monogamy, seeing as I’m a firm believer in the concept myself.
“Not that it matters that much to me, Gail, but are you single?” There she is with a question from left field again. On top of that, she’s making it sound as if seducing me is a foregone conclusion.
“I, huh, I am,” I stammer.
“Good. Less messy. Don’t you think?”
What I think is that Professor Ferguson is verging on the edge of being obnoxious. “This is all very strange, Professor.”
“Joanne,” she’s quick to say.
“Joanne,” I repeat, testing again how it feels to let her first name roll off my ton
