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Excerpt
I took a step backward. “Well? What are you doing after hours on a company computer talking to…who was it? Kyle?”
“I…I was just helping a student with a math problem, flipping and sliding geometric shapes, to be exact. I’m an online tutor. I have permission from Mrs. Holmes to use the computer until I get one of my own.” She turned the computer screen toward me, and sure enough, there on the screen were some triangles on a grid and some mathematical-looking markings.
Geometry? I’d gotten hard over a fucking math problem?
“Oh.” Lame, but it was all I had at the moment.
Her eyes darkened and narrowed. “What did you think I was doing?”
I did what any smart man would do; I remained silent and took a step backward, trying discreetly to adjust myself. Yep, that law degree was coming in handy now. She seemed genuinely confused until she saw my movement near my crotch, and revelation flashed in her eyes. The way her mouth twisted into a snarl, I swore she looked like a she-wolf ready to launch herself at me.
“Oh, my God! You thought I was having phone sex, didn’t you?”
Maybe honesty was the best policy. “Well, imagine hearing it from my point of view. I heard words like “long” and “hard” and “finish off” and I’m a guy, so yes, I guess my mind went there. Hardly anyone but the cleaning crew works this late, and I just assumed anyone still here was up to no good.”
“Circumstantial evidence. You must be a great lawyer,” she spat. “Do you always judge everyone before you know all the facts? Or are you so hell-bent on fitting me into your preconceived idea that there’s no room for questions?”
The she-wolf took a step toward me and raised her hand. I prepared myself for the claws I deserved. They didn’t strike. What did were the words she flung at me.
“You,” her chest heaved as she pointed her finger at me, “you really think that badly of me, don’t you? You don’t know me. You think because I served time in prison that I must have no character whatsoever. That I always make poor choices. Well, for your information, I…I…oh, never mind. You’re going to think what you will, anyway.”