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“Hello,” I said on the third ring

“Hey You haven’t called me” His deep voice came over the phone, and my toes curled into the carpet

“Oh, well, I don’t go tountil tomorrow,” I explained, really thankful that he couldn’t see the silly grin on ht then

“Good You have one scheduled Did you like him when you spoke to him on the phone?”

I walked over and sat down in the chair he had sat in before he left and pulled er tomy answers, he said he was positive that I do, in fact, have dyslexia” I had wanted to dance around the room when he’d told me that

“I’ll be available to Call ”

The fact that he cared soa crush on so was ridiculous He probably had a world of wo me, and it would make him uncomfortable to kno I felt

“OK I’ll call,” I assured him

“Good I’ve got to go I’ht”

“OK, ’bye,” I replied

DroppingBut instead, I got up and went to enjoy sona

Astor Munroe was not what I had been expecting When I thought of a professor, I ilasses Maybe even a little potbelly under his button-up starched shirt

What I hadn’t expected was aa pair of blue jeans, Nike tennis shoes, and a short-sleeved polo shirt He wasn’t handso him with Mase, and that wasn’t exactly fair I wouldn’t want to be compared with Harlow They were the beautiful people So I shouldn’t do that to Dr Munroe

His soft brown eyes were kind He didn’t make me nervous at all The moment I walked into his office, he stood up and, with an easy smile, invited me to have a seat After every question and request, he assured me that it was all to help me learn It was obvious that he was excited about the challenge I presented to hile, and I was in awe of how, at twenty-one years old, Dr Munroe had taught his father to conquer so with his whole life

But when I got up to leave, he ht about it on the cab ride back horandkids and how good her chicken and dus were

When I had thanked hito thank for that

Question hat did that et him to act so swiftly? And if so, what?

Mase

Next ti to check out thefirst before opening it I had been waiting for Reese’s call when I’da knock at the door Cordelia, ht jeans and a halter crop top Her boots clicked on the hardwood floor, and she smirked at me as she moved toward my bedroom

“You haven’t called, and I need a good fuck,” she hollered over her shoulder, before pulling the halter top off and tossing it at h