Take Me (8 page)

I examined him. Unlike this afternoon’s stern
expression during his reprimand, he looked relaxed. His lips curved
slightly as he regarded me in turn.

“Then you already know I got chewed out for
not paying attention in class today.”

Professor Turner leaned back in his chair. “I
spoke with one of my T.A.s. Geoffrey Deckard is willing to tutor
you.”

Shit.
Deckard was notorious for being tougher on the
students than any of the professors. “That-that’s great.
Thanks.”

Apparently, I didn’t succeed in masking my
dismay. Professor Turner’s gaze turned as intense as it had been
right after class. “You need a little discipline if you want to get
my recommendation, Lisa.”

My attention dropped to my fries. “I
understand, sir. I know you’re going out of your way to help
me.”

“Quit being so hard on the poor girl,
Bradley.”

I jerked my head up at Deidre’s words. A
little spring of hope took root in my heart. Was she actually on my
side?

She tilted her head. “Why don’t you come over
to our house for dinner tomorrow night? We’ll help you figure out
what the problem is so you’re meetings with Geoffrey are
more…productive.”

I already knew
what the problem was, but
I want to screw
your husband
was a totally inappropriate
thing to say. Heat crept across my cheeks. “I appreciate the offer,
but I couldn’t impose.”

“Nonsense.” The fingers of her free hand
fluttered. “Consider it reciprocity. I really want some of your
cheese fries.”

I couldn’t say no without offending her. I
really needed Professor Turner’s recommendation. So, if I pissed
off his wife, I’d have one more strike against me.

I pushed my plate toward her. “It’s a
deal.”

But tomorrow night wouldn’t be a
success if she caught me ogling her husband’s ass. I just prayed I
had enough self-control not to do something stupid.