Page 44 of Full Service
My feet suddenly stumble to a stop when I see Everly and the jock in the distance, his hands lifting a scarf off his own neck and wrapping it around Everly’s neck.
That is definitely something a boyfriend would do.
They have to be together.
Everly grins at the jock and then pulls him in for a hug before pulling away and walking in the opposite direction. The jock watches him, his hands in his pockets, his feet rocking him back and forth, his lips pulled between his teeth.
He’s probably eyeing Everly’s behind. I don’t blame him. It’s very…round. The perfect peach and just as sweet.
I move toward him, and as I stride past, I bump against him, making him stumble slightly to the side.
It was an accident. I’d never purposefully do that to a student.
“Oh, shit, watch where you’re going,” the guy says and then clears his throat. “I mean, sorry, Dr. Sinclair.”
I don’t know why he’s apologizing. I’m the one who ran into him in a jealous rage.
No, not a jealous rage. Just an accident.
Totally an accident.
“It’s fine,” I say and then before I can stop myself, I ask, “So, you and my TA, huh?”
The jock grins, not looking shy at all.
“Oh yeah. He’s wild.”
My eyebrows meet in frustration. What does he mean? I need a definite answer so I can put this to rest. Not that my jealousy will subside. Seems to be raging at the moment. And will forever and ever.
“Hm, well, congrats,” I murmur as I pull my satchel further over my shoulder and turn to walk away. I can feel the kid’s eyes on me, probably wondering what my deal is. But it doesn’t matter. I need to find someone my own age.
Lee’s voice comes into my mind. Apparently LoveJoy has been asking about me. He wants my phone number. Perhaps I should give sensual-ribbon-man a chance. Maybe he isn’t all that terrible in real life. Maybe we’ll have a real connection.
God, I need to get a life if I’m actually considering a date with LoveJoy. Even his name sounds like a candy.
But later that day, in a moment of pure desperation, I call Lee and ask for LoveJoy’s number. What could it hurt? Maybe he gives great head. Who knows? Maybe he’s my soulmate. Because it’s most definitely not Everly.
It can’t be.
Lee’s happily wheezing when I hang up on him. Apparently, he found me asking for LoveJoy’s number hysterical. Well, laugh it up, old man. Not everyone can be as lucky as him to have found the love of his life early on.
I’m practically on my way out. I need to get shit moving if I want a chance of finding someone.
I will. One day.
And it most certainly won’t be Everly Winslow.
“Hello, Dr. Sinclair,” Everly says the next day as he comes into my office. It’s the first time he’s been in here since I told him that we need to keep things professional, that whatever this is between us is essentially over. And this is the first time he’s actually spoken to me.
Although, he’s not making eye contact.
Which bothers me more than it should.
Why the hell isn’t he looking at me? Is there something suddenly wrong with my face? I mean, I have been tired and very sexually frustrated, but I can’t look that bad. LoveJoy is into me. Or at least that’s what Lee told me between cackles.
And he gave me his ribbon. Must mean something.
Could be a marriage proposal.