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Chapter One

"A woman must have inia Woolf

Connor Adam Dunkle stared at the paper The circled letter ht red, and with a false merriness that his professor probably relished

A big fat F

Impossible

His gaze scanned the bleeding type scrawl filled with unknown marks, initials, and cross outs At the end, two sentences ritten in elegant cursive they didn't teach in school any longer

Deduction of two letter grades for lateness Overall, a poorly thought, shallow type paper with nothing to back up the opinion via the text

Connor Dunkle studied the wo his needed degree

Professor Ella Blake

If he'd ever created an ie of a spinster librarian, this woy fitting clothes, to the black glasses hiding round Her hair isted up into a tight bun, giving her face a bit of a pinched look Her gray sweater and black trousers did nothing for her figure, or her skin tone The only brightness in her entire collage was a slash of red-orange lipstick, which becaarish with her olive skin, it literally made an onlooker jerk back

"Many of you disappointed est better preparation is in order to pass this class Our first exam is Friday and there will be another paper due shortly Please make sure you refer to the syllabus for due dates I do not appreciate or reward lateness"

Did she shoot hiination?

Unbelievable He'd deliberately approached her last week and explained his grueling schedule With his de workload and ambitious course work, he'd specifically asked Professor Blake for an extension on the paper

Hadn't she agreed?

It had taken hiht years old, but he had his eye on a ement position at Bilkins Construction, and he was detere his life He'd taken extra courses and jaraduation loo his last course requirement of Composition 102 Of course, now he ended up with a sexually frustrated teacher focused on feminist literature to make excuses for her own lack of a love life

"We'll be divingthe feht to society in cohts on The Yellow Wallpaper What do you thinkto tell us?"

Connor hid a bored sigh and tuned out of the discussion He'd fix it He'd be extra nice and charotten, and he'd just reet a damn C

Professor Blake paced the front of the room in her usual black boots that made no sound He wondered if she ever wore stilettos Probably didn't knohat they were She preferred shoes with no sex appeal, no heel, and no sense of fun What type of underwear did she wear to ranny panties in plain white

"Mr Dunkle?"

His head shot up in pure surprise She was staring at him with a focused expression that almost made him blush Al about the look of her panties He gave her an easy grin that usually charmed women within a few seconds "Yes?"

"I'm interested in your opinion of the story"

Shit He hadn't understood the end Hell, he hadn't understoodhiht it was a brave way of portraying the character"

There Sounded good She tapped her finger against her orange-red lips and leaned against the side of the desk "Interesting Tell me more"

Shit

He tried not to sweat and frowned, as if thinking hard, and tried to buy tiled with identity"

Connor had heard that line in many classes and felt it was a solid portrayal of the ridiculous story he'd hated He waited for her to move on to someone else, but instead she actually walked up the aisle to his seat Sweat pricked his forehead He hadn't felt this put on the spot since high school