ylita
When I missed the passing grade by one point, my best friend dragged me to a bar.
She said there was nothing a drink couldn't fix.
I drank until I blacked out. When I woke up, a man lay beside me, all cool eyes and tightly leashed control.
I left two hundred dollars on the nightstand and ran for my life.
I thought I'd never see him again. Then, on the first day of the new semester, the class I'd failed had a new professor.
I looked up at the podium.
The man from that night stood at the lectern, opened the roster, and read my name in a cool, even voice.
"Vivian Harper, come see me in my office tomorrow."
The color drained from my face. Convinced he was here for payback, I stayed up all night writing a transfer application.
The next day, I clutched my transfer application all the way to his office. Before I could work up the nerve to speak, he pulled out a sheet of paper and studied me with an unreadable expression.
"I've read the assignment you turned in."
"Care to explain why a positive pregnancy test was bound into your term paper?"