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Chapter 7
“I can’t believe they went out for di
“I know. I thought it would never happen,” I whispered back, laughing. I felt almost delirious that we had the house to ourselves for the evening.
“I didn’t think it would be like this,” A
“It was all we could afford,” I mumbled, and we both stared at each other for a few seconds before lying back on the bed.
A
“Why couldn’t we have been rich?” She turned and looked at me. “If Phillipa comes and asks me if I want to play tea party again, I may scream.”
“At least she doesn’t come and sleep in your room like Allison does,” I groaned, thinking of the little girl who spent as much time in my room as she did in hers.
“At least you didn’t find her lying on your bed, picking her nose.”
“You did not? Ewww,” I moaned in sympathy.
“It’s not the European experience I was looking forward to.” She laughed. “If I wanted someone else’s bodily waste in my bed, it certainly wouldn’t be a little girl’s bogeys.”
“A
“Well, you know.” She jumped off of the bed. “I want to be woken up by a guy who can’t keep his hands off me, not by someone’s mom screaming at them to get up for school.”
“We should say something.” I yawned. “I can’t deal with being woken up every morning like that.”
“If you want to say something—”A
“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled at her and grabbed my journal from the nightstand.
“You want to watch TV?” A
I looked up from my journal. “I thought that was on Friday nights?”
“Oh, yeah. Maybe there will be some repeats on.”
“I think I’ll skip TV tonight.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
“You can’t let him do this to you, Lola.” A
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to do that. Henrietta seems like she’s enamored with him.”
“Look. You had a one-night stand. It’s not illegal. It’s not right for him to talk to you like that.” A
“It’s not that easy.” I looked away from her, and I knew from her groan that she understood why.
“Oh, God, Lola. You don’t like him, do you?”
“No, I don’t like him.” My voice rose. “He’s a pompous asshole.”
“But?”
“Oh, A
“He was that good, huh?”
“It’s not that he’s hot. Or that he was good in bed. He’s just ... Oh, I don’t know how to explain it. He excites every part of me.”
“That’s called lust, Lola. And he’s your professor.” A
“He doesn’t seem concerned.” I shrugged.
“That’s even scarier. Why doesn’t he care?” She looked thoughtful. “We should ask Sebastian what his story is.”
“I’m not asking him about his brother. What if he asks why?” I shook my head. “No way do I want him knowing I slept with his brother.”
“Do you think he’s going to try and use his position to get you to do things?”
“Oh, A
“So just go for him, then.” She gri
“He’s also an asshole.” I shook my head. “Not that makes much of a difference because it’s not really up to me. But he doesn’t want me anyways, and even if he did, it would only be for sex, because I can’t stand him.”
“You don’t like anything about him?”
“Well, he does seem intelligent and he does like art.” I sighed. “But let’s just say he’s no Prince Charming.”
“Oh, you’re still waiting for him, huh?” A
“Tell him to hop on another horse then.” I laughed. “Tell him to forget the gentle white steed. He needs a stallion.”
“Yup. Let me call him now.” A
“I’m here! I’m here!” I fa
“There.” A
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Do you think you’ll sleep with him again?” A
“No way.”
“Are you excited for tomorrow?”
“No,” I lied.
“I can’t believe he lives in Knightsbridge. He must be rich.”
I shrugged. “I suppose.”
“I wonder if Sebastian lives with him?”
“God, I hope not.” I shuddered at the thought. “I can’t even believe that they are brothers. Sebastian is so sweet and polite, but Xavier is so rude and hateful.”
“Date Sebastian then.” A
“I suppose he doesn’t think I’m good enough.”
“Because you’re American?”
“No, because he thinks I’m a slut.” I stood up and stretched, letting my journal to fall to my bed. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Let’s go watch TV?”
“You done writing for the night?”
“No, but I’ll finish before bed.”
“I can’t believe you’ve kept up journaling all these years.” A
“It helps me to process my thoughts.”
We sat on the couch, and A
“OMG, A
“It’s like a dream, isn’t it?” She sat back and pulled a blanket over her legs. “I do have to admit that I miss the Florida weather, but there’s nothing like being in London in the fall.”
“I know. This is so different from Palm Bay.”
“And Orlando.”
“Definitely.”
We both laughed, but then silence befell us both as we thought about what we had left behind. It was true that it had been both of our dreams to study in London—really, anywhere in Europe. We’d always wanted to explore the world, but neither of us had ever had the money. We didn’t really have it now either, but loans were our saving grace. That was why I’d applied for the assistant position.
A
“We should get a phone card tomorrow and call.”