Temptation (The Hunted, #1)(83)
After Professor Hunter had walked out on me, I had wandered down to Main Street, searching for him in the rain. Every time I called him it went straight to voicemail. I traced my fingertip along the bottom of my lip, trying to remember what his hands on me felt like. I wanted to cry. I didn't care that I was in a crowded coffee shop, I had never felt so alone in my life.
Professor Hunter had cancelled class on Friday. And on Monday he looked completely fine. He hadn't glanced at me once. If he had, he would have seen the silent tears fall down my cheeks. I had made a mistake and I was sorry. But he wouldn't forgive me. I needed him to forgive me. And I was hoping to run into him outside of class. Maybe he would talk to me here.
I pulled out the piece of paper from my pocket and unfolded it. I looked down at the sheet with my grade written on it in Professor Hunter's sexy scrawl. He had handed out the grades on Monday, but the paper was already slightly worn from being folded and unfolded so many times. I ran my index finger along his words.
Student: Penny Taylor
Topic: Marketing
Miss Taylor,
You don't know how much it pains me to see you hurt. Just give me a chance to explain. I can't lose you.
As for your speech, I am in awe of you. Your passion is inspiring. Even though you strayed off topic, the whole class could learn a lot from you. And the fact that your passion is for me makes everything more real for me. I feel the same way about you. Minus the anger.
But it is usually best not to cry and curse during presentations, Miss Taylor.
Grade: AP.S. Now I know how it feels. I just need some time.
I wiped away the tears as I reread his P.S. It was in a different color ink, so it must have been written after he had learned that I wasn't a senior. He needed time. But time was killing me. My phone buzzed. I had to get to class. I folded the paper and shoved it back into my pocket. I grabbed my umbrella in one hand and my coffee cup in the other and walked out into the rain.