Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Okay.” He nodded, leaning into me to see the book. “I’m all ears.” His deep voice rumbled in mine. “My thalamus is yours to stimulate.”
He was not stupid. Not stupid at all. The laughter huffed out of me before I could stifle it, even as my heart raced at his proximity. It took every ounce of professionalism to ignore my attraction to his face and brain. “Are you going to make everything sound dirty?”
Sebastian grinned, like he was surprised by my response. “It only sounds dirty if you’re receptive to it sounding dirty.”
“I am not,” I lied, tapping the iPad he’d placed on the table. “Now, start taking notes or fail Human Personality.”
“I think we can both agree that I shall not fail.” He winked at me.
Bloody hell. “Are you incapable of concentrating?”
“I am very capable of concentrating.” He opened the note’s app on his tablet. “I’m going to prove it by staring at your mouth for this entire session as you talk.”
Deciding the most prudent way to move things forward was to ignore his flirting, I also ignored the way every part of me was hyperaware of every part of him. “Okay, so let’s start with understanding what the mission of personality science is …”
To my surprise, Sebastian not only listened but he took notes and asked questions. I was a little taken aback by some of his questions because they were things he should have covered in second year of psychology. Something occurred to me as we finished up.
“Why have I never seen you in any of my courses?” I would have remembered him.
He looked down, not meeting my eyes as we rose from the table. “I usually sit at the back of the lecture hall. I like to get out of there before everyone else.”
Oh. Well, I usually sat nearer to the front, so I guess I wouldn’t have noticed. “It’s funny we’ve never had any tutorial classes together.”
“Pity that.” He finally looked at me as he opened the door to the study room. “Are you available for another session?”
Another session of feeling nuclear attraction to this guy?
Sebastian bowed his head toward me, searching my face. “I’d really like another session, Lily.”
The way he said it … like … maybe it was more than a tutoring session for him. Could he … might he … Did he find me attractive in return?
“Okay,” I replied softly. “You know where to sign up.”
He grinned. “Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Great—wait.” Tomorrow? I didn’t have a session open tomorrow. “Tomorrow I’m—”
“Same time, same place. See you then.” He was gone before I could say no.
A smile prodded my lips as I locked up the study room and headed toward my mum’s office. I guess I needed to let her know I required the study room tomorrow too.
CHAPTER FIVE
SEBASTIAN
Present Day
With only a brief hesitation, I hurried after Lily, but as I burst out of the building, it was too late. I watched her gracefully plant her curvy arse on a bicycle and pedal away. It looked like one of those adorable old-fashioned bikes from the 1950s, light blue with a basket and brown leather seat and handlebars. It suited Lily to a tee.
However, the way she zoomed away from me suggested it was in fact an e-bike.
I rubbed my nape. “That went well.”
The truth was if the lady didn’t want to speak to me, I should back off.
Yet, I needed to explain myself. Just once. And if Lily decided she still didn’t want to talk to me after that, then I would respect her wishes.
How the hell would I get her to stand still with me long enough to hear what I had to say, though?
I suddenly remembered she’d been signing something on the notice board in the main entrance of the psychology building. Curious, I marched back inside. I looked over the posts pinned to the board until I found her name written on a sign-up form for a social psych experiment. Grad students were looking for volunteers for an experiment they were doing in groups. Lily had signed up for the one taking place next Saturday.
Perfect.
She was going to kill me.
But hopefully, I’d get a chance to apologize first.
I called out to a girl passing by. “Excuse me.”
The girl turned, eyeing me, her mouth curling into a smile. “Yes?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have a pen on you, would you?”
“Sure.” She rummaged in her bag and then strode over, holding out the pen. “Here you go.”
“Lifesaver.” I took it and signed my name under Lily’s. “Thanks.”
The girl took the pen back. “I’m Lindsay.”
“Sebastian.”
“Do you fancy grabbing a coffee, Sebastian?”
I considered it. I did like a woman who was bold enough to ask a bloke out and I had time until my next class. And it would give me an excuse to put off returning my mother’s call from this morning. It would also distract me from my agitation. An agitation that had grown exponentially since returning to uni to a sullen, unforgiving Lily. “I’d love a coffee.”