Jessica stumbled backward. She was expecting Lolita, but Alexander Le Blanc was standing in the hall holding two cups of Starbucks coffee, wearing his usual preppy outfit, and smiling at her, which made her suspicious. He seemed too darned happy, like a weasel in a henhouse.
“What are you doing here, Alexander?” She stepped into the hallway and closed the door to the attic so he couldn’t see inside.
“I came to get my paper,” he replied. “I brought you a Cinnamon Dolce Frappuccino, your favorite.” Alexander held out the cup.
“That’s really considerate of you, but I’m not allowed to accept gifts from students.” With everything going on, she still hadn’t written comments on his paper. She resolved to do it first thing tomorrow morning.
“It’s just a coffee for cripes sake,” he said. “Call
