“I’m adjusting my view of you.”
He grinned, showing all his teeth. “For the better?”
I held up my pointer finger and stretched my arm out to the right. “It’s more a sideways skewing of the data.”
We chuckled together as we reached the entrance of the building, and he opened the door for me. I slapped his back as I followed him inside to let him know I was kidding around with him.
“But you figure that’s the best thing I could offer to get into someone’s pants?”
Milo held up a hand as our shoes slapped on the tiles. “One, it’s fun.” A finger shot into the air. “Two, it’s low stress.” Another finger. “The person getting it can be as involved as they want. Or it’s a total gift.” His pinky finger joined the others and he stared at his hand with a frown while I snickered. “It almost always ends in getting off.” He gave me a light slap to the side of the face. “It’s a total power move.”
Perking up, I nodded. “I love the sound of that.”
“Who do you like?” I could hear the curiosity nearly murdering him as he asked this time because I still hadn’t told him who I had my sights set on. His eyes were shiny with interest and his face tensed as he seemed to be trying to use the Force on me to get me to talk.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, heading toward our class again at top speed because we were less than a minute from getting a lecture for interrupting. The boring gray tiles and white cement-block walls turned the building into a bland maze, and I swore as I realized we were farther from the classroom we needed to get to than I’d thought.
“You’re a jerk.” He rushed after me.
Laughing, I nodded.
With a sigh of relief, I shoved open a solid metal door, and Milo and I were able to slip into two desks in the very last row right before Dr. Portanova started talking, but she gave us looks. She barely stood taller than the lectern and her gray hair was stacked in a bun on top of her head. There were zero visible wrinkles in her skirt suit. Oh yeah, she was taking no shit today.
I smiled and waved my fingers at her, and she cracked a small, amused grin back. I let out a breath of relief.
After class I was even more of a jerk because I made sure I was packed up and ready to go before Dr. Portanova let us escape, and I shot out of my seat. Milo hadn’t even had a chance to close his laptop.
“Wait!” he called after me.
“Can’t. Busy. See you later.” The door swung shut behind me with awhump.
He yelled something else after me, but I lost his words as I rushed through the crowded hall. None of the professors liked to keep us late at the end of the day because they were sick of this place, too. With a light step, I hustled off to look for Micah. My book bag bounced against my back as I jogged around campus. I wandered anywhere Micah might go for about an hour before I struck pay dirt. I wanted to laugh at what I found.
Micah stood outside the entrance to the tomb-like, two-story granite library—I’d been considering going inside to look for him—and three girls were crowded in front of him. One of the ladies was clearly ready to draw blood with her crossed arms and serious scowl. She flipped her blonde hair off her shoulder and her hip popped in the other direction. He awkwardly clutched a paper folder to his side, and I thought it was a nervous tic that had him holding it so tightly.
He is so fucking handsome.
I swallowed hard. I’d known he looked good, but he was tall and solid in all the right spots. His suit clung to his ass and made his shoulders look like I could use them to hold on and climb him. I wanted to rip his clothes off and get a good view of everything underneath, especially after thinking about him on a loop for days. And those long legs.Fuck.His thighs were everything I dreamed about. I wanted them wrapped around me.
It was rare that I didn’t get to hop in a bed after a kiss, and I wasn’t used to working this hard for something—or someone—I wanted.
It was a good thing I had no problem shamelessly eavesdropping. Two of the girls noticed me stopping behind Micah to stare at his nice ass in his moss green suit, but the one who was ready to murder him didn’t.
“Miss Parks.” Micah shoved up his red reading glasses, another small, nervous shuffle that was cute. “You will have a chance to redeem your grade, but I do not adjust grades after they are handed out without a very good argument. I make mistakes. I’m human.” He touched a hand to his chest, and a small part of me melted inside. How had I not noticed this level of adorableness the first time I’d met him? “If you’ve found a flaw in my interpretation of a fact or an incorrect phrasing in a question, I’m happy to look it over, but you haven’t presented me with anything like that.”
She huffed and shook her head, her blonde ponytail swaying with the motion. I noticed a pink sorority pin gleaming on the collar of her pastel purple polo shirt and winced internally. “You clearly don’t understand what I’m saying. Sammy.” She glanced at the girl on her left, looking for a lifeline.
Sammy stepped closer, all smiles. “Dr. Carrington, Tori doesn’t want you to cheat. Right?”
I guessed Tori was the first woman who’d been talking, and she shook her head fast. “Oh no!”
“We’re members of the NG Service sorority.” Sammy flashed her matching pink pin. “What she needs is for you to adjust the grade. Just for a few weeks! Our sorority has a trip to Florida planned over our fall break. Her parents won’t let her go with a C listed. All we need you to do is change it to a B or an Afor now, and then after the break, just put it back.” She cupped her hands together under her chin and smiled. “See, we’re not trying to do anything wrong, just have a nice time with our sorority sister.”
Tori nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. We’re not trying to do anything that would get us into trouble.”
Snorting, I ran my fingertip over the eyebrow piercing on my left side while Micah stuttered for a few seconds. “I simply can’t!”
“Please.” Tori took his hand and blinked up at him with wide blue eyes. “I am begging here, Dr. Carrington. I swear, it’s just so I can go on this trip. I fully understand my final grade will only be the one I earn. Please help me out!”
