I roll my eyes. Big hands? That’s what she’s going with? Pathetic.
Wait... didn’t I say something about hisbigbrain when I walked in here?
I cringe. I am going to kill Tabby.
“It’s unrelated; appearance isn’t solely based on sin faction; you should know that from my class.” He sounds suspicious and slightly annoyed.
It makes me feel much better knowing he doesn't reserve all his grumpiness for me.
“Are you missing a page? It looks like page 7 jumps straight to page 9?” he asks.
“Does it? Oh, silly me. Thank goodness I have you proofreading this, Professor. It’s in my bag—let me grab it.”
I hear her moving. Even with my limited view, I can tell she’s leaning over, ass exposed, rifling through her backpack.
Did Tabby train her too?
“Fucking uniforms...” I hear him murmur under his breath and cough.
He glances down at me, scowling. I hear her sit back down, and he continues reading, making notes every now and again.
“Your thesis is very interesting, Vanessa. It’s clear you put a lot of time into it. I’m not seeing any grammatical errors so far.”
“Thanks, Professor.” She stresses. “It’s really important to me that you like it. I’m hoping I can come back next semester to work on research. Maybe you need a TA?” She gives a flirty little giggle again.
Oh, hell no.
I pull out my phone and text Holly:
Me: SOS. Flirty student in here. Where r u? Need backup NOW.
Holly: Shit!
Holly: Mrs. Jansen roped me into her classroom to help move tables for her lab. I think she was suspicious of me in the hallway for so long.
Holly: Texting Tabby.
Me: She better be close. Tell her to HURRY! I’m stuck under his desk.
Holly: Kinky.
Holly: I’ll let her know. She’ll be thrilled.. ;)
Growling at her response, I put my phone away again. Vanessa is still chatting about how helpful she could be as a TA next semester. Her ideas seem to involve a lot of dinners and wine.
I look at my phone.
Holly: She’s on her way! She’ll have to improvise! I’m sorry!
“…and I think we would make a great team…” Vanessa drones on.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Professor? It’s Tabby Andrews. I need to speak with you. It’s ahhh… a matter of life and death.” Tabby says, continuing to knock at the door.
Okay, she’s still tipsy and a terrible actor with too much dramatic flair, but I’ll take it because Veronica Kingston’s “thesis” was about to be ripped to shreds, followed by her face.
“Ahh, sorry, Vanessa. This sounds urgent. Your paper has been flawless so far though I’m sure the last five pages are fine. I’ll sign off that I have proofed it. Come in, Tabby,” he shouts at the door.
