Page 37 of The Professor
Keeping her back turned to me, she makes herself a cup of coffee. “Not much.”
“Why don’t you come out to dinner and the pub with me and Aubrey tonight, have a little fun,” I suggest.
“Thanks, but I need to get this paper done,” she says.
“I’m going to the library to work on my stuff, why don’t you come and finish it there now.”
There has to be more to life than just studying and writing papers for this girl. I mean she’s always in her room, how boring is that? Plus, I’m sure she’s still a virgin and that needs to change. A little makeup and doing something with her hair, she could easily get a guy.
“Thanks, but I’m gonna pass. Good luck with getting your paper done though,” she says, walking back to her room.
She’s nice, but strange.
* * *
After a long dayat the library I did finish my article. It wasn’t easy especially keeping my focus on it, but I’m happy with how it turned out. Having it done, gives me an extra reason to want to get drunk tonight. Which makes me happy as I wait on Aubrey to finish getting ready.
“I asked Makena to come out tonight, but she’s studying,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Should I kick down her door and do an ambush makeover?” She asks, laughing. Thing is, if I told her yes, she’d do it.
Laughing, I look at myself in the mirror again. “No, do not kick the girl’s door down.”
Finishing her makeup, she slips on a sexy blue top that makes her eyes pop. She really is a knockout.
“Fine, I won’t tonight, but I can’t promise it won’t happen,” she says, pulling her black boots on.
“I have no doubt,” I say, laughing.
Walking out into the kitchen she stops short and spins to face me with a huge grin on her face. “Is your fuck buddy going to be there tonight?”
My face heats up and I shake my head. “No, and he’s not my fuck buddy.”
“Oh so you aren’t going to screw around again?”
She’s too nosy for her own good. Are we done screwing around? I have no idea, but I hope not. He made it like we’d be together again, but I’m not hoping for anything. Who am I kidding, I’m hoping for another orgasm.
“Aubrey, I have no idea. If it happens again, it happens. I’m not looking for anything out of it and I know he isn’t either. So, let’s just go out and have fun.”
“I hate that you won’t tell me who it was,” she pouts.
Grabbing my cell phone, I turn my head with a grin. “You’ll get over it.”
* * *
“Toldyou that girl was gonna leave with him, you owe me a drink,” I yell, laughing as I hit the table.
We’ve been at the pub for a few hours and I’m feeling good. We’ve been hanging out with friends, laughing, and getting drunk. It’s exactly what I needed.
“Emma, how do you always know?” Joe asks.
Shrugging my shoulders, I sip my winning drink. “I’m good at reading people.”
“Don’t get her started,” Aubrey says, laughing. “She’ll try to analyze you.”
Everyone laughs and I can’t help but join in because she’s right. I do analyze people, sometimes without even knowing I’m doing it.
“Pool table is open, who wants to play?” Anthony asks.
