“I think you’ve made my father so pissed, Dean Choi,” the man teased, standing between me and Luther.
“Oh, that’s not me. Professor Smith got him so bad it was hilarious,” she chuckled though there was a note of pride in her voice.
When the man turned to me, our eyes locked—his was flickering with amusement while mine was purely vacant. “Professor Smith, still feisty, huh,” he said, flashing that seductive smile of his.
I smiled half-heartedly, wondering why he was talking to me now. It had been three or four years ago when I refused him after asking me out for a date since Howard and I were already in a relationship at that time. After a few weeks, he suddenly quit from teaching and disappeared for a year. When he returned, he wasn’t the same. Gone were his thick eyeglasses, excess bod
