She burst out laughing and retook my hand. I finished walking her back home, her hand this time slightly less tense in mine.
It was the first night in a long time I slept right through with no nightmares… nothing on my mind but a certain damn cute brunette.
9
The next day, after early morning training, I showered and threw on my jeans and shirt in record time. Austin and Jimmy-Don glanced at each other from the other side of the locker room, shaking their heads in confusion at my haste.
“Going somewhere?” asked Austin.
Raking my fingers through my wet hair, I replied evasively, “Yeah, catch you later.” With that, I ran to the library and straight up to Professor Ross’s office, trying the handle.
Locked.
Shit.
I checked the time; Molly would be here soon. There was only one thing for it. I’d have to see Ms. Rose. A shudder ran down my spine, knowing that the minute she spotted me, she’d be too excited and all over me like white on rice.
Heading to the desk, I spotted long gray hair, and, leaning in on the counter, lilted, “Hey, Ms. Rose, how’s it going? Looking good. Purple’s your color.”
She turned slowly on hearing my voice and beamed. “Rome Prince! How nice to see you, darlin’!” She approached the desk, her yellowing teeth showing as she pulled back her thin lips in a wide smile, moving to stand right before me. Shit, how she still worked at her age was a mystery to me. She had to be nearing a hundred.
“What brings you here this early?”
Giving her my best seductive smile, I said, “I need a favor.”
She tilted her head, amused. “Now, you know I can’t be giving you any special treatment. Gotta treat all the students here the same.”
“Oh, I know that Ms. Rose, but I thought, well, because we’re such good friends, you’d make an exception. Just this once?”
Patting my hand with her bony fingers, she gushed, “Rome Prince, such a bad boy! And Lord knows I’ve never been able to resist a bad boy, especially one as handsome as you! What do you need, honey?”
It always worked. “Can you open Professor Ross’s private office for me? I’m working in there today and forgot the key.”
Winking, she lifted the counter and shuffled painfully to the elevator. “Let’s go before I get into trouble for breaking the rules.”
Ms. Rose opened the office, switching on the light, and left me to it, but not before firmly patting me on my ass as she passed.
I gaped at her retreating form in shock. Seriously?
Throwing my bag to the table, chuckling at her audacity, I sat down and got comfortable, waiting for a certain Miss Shakespeare to arrive.
Thirty minutes later and the door creaked opened, Molly jumping in surprise at my lazy stance, lying back in my seat.
“It’s about time, Shakespeare. I’ve already written a goddamned thesis waiting on you.”
“What are you doing here?” she asked, the biggest most fucking blinding smile on her face.
Lifting off the seat, I moved to stand before her, saying, “I’m here to assist the assistant. Put me to work. I’m eager to please.” I waggled my eyebrows for extra effect.
Setting down her book, she looked at me speculatively. “You want to tell me how you got in here, in a locked room?”
“I have a secret admirer in the librarian. She opened it for me after a little sweet talk.” And a feel of my ass, but I didn’t feel entirely comfortable sharing that piece of information.
“Ms. Rose? She’s like ninety!” Mol said, choking on a laugh.
“Cougar on the prowl, more like,” I relayed with a grimace and wide eyes.
Molly lost her humor and studied me. “Mm-hmm. And why, Romeo, do you want to help me write notes again?”
My stomach dropped. I’d never even contemplated that she might not have wanted me interrupting her studies again. Shit! My arms crossed and I grumbled, “You don’t want me here? I’ll go if I’m getting in your way. I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted.”
Her features softened and she placed her warm hands on my rough cheeks, her thumb dusting over my bruised cheek and lip. “Hey, I didn’t say that. I’m just taken aback by the fact that you want to be here with me. It’s… nice to be with you, in any capacity.”
Relief coursed through my tense muscles and I moved my head to press a kiss to her palm. “I like being around you too, Mol. I feel good when I am. Plus, I owe you for what you did for me yesterday.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” she whispered shaking her head profusely.
Feeling completely calm and even happy, I stroked down from her cheek to her shoulder. “I’m staying with you.”
“What about your classes?”
Fuck my classes. They had no pull if she wasn’t there. “I’m staying with you. I’m kind of becoming addicted.”
“Addicted?” she asked dubiously.
Inching closer, ghosting my hand along her hip, I confided, “That’s right. To you and how you make me feel.”
“Right, well… err… let’s get you to work, then,” she said, stumbling both in footing and words.