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- Jane Roberts Seth Anthology 2
- The Bhagavad Gita and the Epistles of Paul Five Lectures by Rudolf Steiner
- Arkadiusz Sokol Nietzscheańskie wątki w moralnoÂści Jezusa(1)
- The First Civilization
- Diana Palmer Hutton & Co 01 Once In Paris
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by my staring problem.
I wrinkled my nose to make a face, my sneaky way of showing him I wasn t affected by his playful
charm.
But he merely grinned. Not only do you eat rabbit food, but I swear you must be one.
I paused chewing. Huh?
That s the second time you ve wrinkled your nose at me. Total bunny move.
Oh, crap. He d noticed my one bad habit. Yes, I just have one. Hush.
Wait! He d noticed my nose-wrinkling habit and was counting how many times I did it? That
was& whoa. That was the sign of an interested male right there.
But no way could Mason Lowe be interested in me. He was a freaking gigolo. Gigolos didn t
bother themselves with insignificant, nose-wrinkling, lame college girls.
Did they?
Feeling as if I was being sucked into something bigger than I could control, I glanced away from
Mason, reminding myself there was still life around us. We were not the only two people left on the
planet, sitting at that table, discussing nose-wrinkling habits. Away from this moment, he did things I
could never condone. I needed to distance myself from any guy who lived such an intolerable
lifestyle.
Jeremy had taught me that lesson, and I would never forget it.
When I looked away, I caught sight of one of my professors strolling by, carrying her briefcase as
if she was on her way to teach a class. Needing a diversion away from the captivating guy eating with
me, I lifted my hand and waved.
Big mistake.
CHAPTER SIX
Hey, Dr. Janison, I called as I flagged her down with my hand. Good morning. Those are some
kick-ass shoes.
Dr. Janison was my favorite professor at Waterford, and not just because she knew a damn fine
Jimmy Choo when she saw one. I loved her teaching style too. She knew how to make Early British
Literature interesting when I was not a fan of that particular period in the least.
She gave me a vague nod. Good morning, she said in that polite, distant way that told me she
didn t know I was one of her students. Then she glanced at her pumps. And thank you.
I was opening my mouth to explain which class of hers I attended when she glanced toward Mason
and instantly paled.
Face blanched of all color, she skipped a step back as if she was about to take flight in her four-
inch Jimmys. Mr. Lowe, she nearly whispered, sounding terrified as she gaped at him with wide
eyes.
He didn t make eye contact, merely mumbled, Dr. Janison.
Realizing the professor had probably heard rumor of his reputation and didn t approve I felt
suddenly protective.
Gah, just because he was a gigolo didn t mean he had the plague.
I set my hand on the arm he had resting on the tabletop. I only wanted to banish some of her
worries, assure her he wasn t diseased. But when Dr. Janison s gaze darted to where my fingers
sizzled against his skin, she didn t appear reassured. She looked even more disturbed as she glanced
between us.
Not sure how to kill all the awkward floating around us, I forced a bigger smile. I found a pair of
knock-off Jimmy Choos similar to that style online one time, in a silver pump, and I wanted them so
bad. But even the replicas were more than I could afford.
If the pair she was wearing was original, then the woman was easily standing on eight hundred
dollars.
But instead of revealing the secret to me about whether they were knock-offs or not, she sent me a
knowing kind of smile. I do have expensive taste.
When her gaze flittered back to Mason, all the muscles in his arm under my hand tensed.
Is our meeting to discuss your class schedule still on for this Thursday, Mr. Lowe? She looked
pointedly at me as if she expected any negative answer from him would be my fault.
Understanding, I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Oh, my God. Dr. Janison? And Mason? No way.
His voice wasn t tight or strained as he answered, Of course, but I could ve sworn he was
talking through clenched teeth, and he still refused to look at her.
She gave a single nod. Good. I swear she looked relieved by his answer. With one last glance
at me, she murmured, I look forward to seeing you then. Turning away, she strolled off in her kick-
ass shoes, which I suddenly had the urge to boot out from under her.
I whirled to Mason. You don t have any classes with her, do you?
He popped his jaw as he clenched his teeth. No.
I shut my gaping mouth. Oh.
Hissing something under his breath I couldn t quite catch, he snapped his messenger bag off the
table with vicious force. This was a mistake. I never should ve sat beside you.
My heart thudded against my chest. Well, thanks a lot. I forced my voice to sound offended
instead of hurt, when honestly, I was a whole lot of both. I had a sucktactular time talking to you
too.
Jerk face.
I didn t& He closed his eyes and fisted his hands before sitting back down. Reese, I didn t
mean it that way. I swear.
Then how exactly did you mean it? Because it sounded pretty rude from every angle I heard it.
His lashes fluttered open before he pierced me with one of his intense, paralyzing stares. Don t
you get it? He glanced around the courtyard. I just doomed you. By talking to you in public, by
sitting with you at this table& He whooshed out his arm to motion to our surroundings. Everyone
here thinks we ve had sex.
I snorted out a laugh. Oh, whatever. I seriously doubt that. I barely even touched your arm.
People do not& But my words faded off as I glanced around. Everyone really was stealing
speculative glances in our direction and talking behind their hands. I sank lower in my seat, feeling
instantly ostracized. Or maybe they do.
Holy salted tomatoes, Batman. He must have a mighty heavy reputation if simply sitting beside
him automatically made me a slut. So& uh, Dr. Janison is really one of your, umm, clients then?
He snorted but didn t answer.
I groaned and closed my eyes. Wow. This is going to make my next Early British Literature class
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