She hurried over and peeped out the peep hole. Grey stood there in jeans and a t-shirt, his glasses on, his hair pulled up in a stubby ponytail like he did when he was going to the gym or having a casual day.
She whipped open the door. "Your mom called," he said, handing her her phone. She ran over to the coffee table, retrieved his phone, and gave it to him.
"Your…your girlfriend."
His face paled, some. "I lied. I told your mom we met this morning briefly in my office to talk about mid-terms. I don't think she believed me. What did you tell Caroline?"
"Please don't say her name."
"Sorry."
"She called me a whore. I told her to fuck off, or something like that."
He laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "God. Okay. So does she know who you are?"
Addy shook her head no.
"All right. Well if you confirm my lie with your mom, then we should be okay."
"What will you tell the shrieking harpie?"
Grey laughed again. "Jesus, Addison. I don't know, I'll tell her I met someone at a bar or something. We're supposed to have an open relationship, but if she got that pissed at you, maybe it's not as open as I thought."
Addy nodded and thought through it all. "We should be okay, then. Just no more slip-ups."
He nodded. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that."
She just glared at him. "Goodbye, Grey."
He looked miserable. "Goodbye, Addison."
She slammed and locked the door in his face. The last thing she'd needed at her most vulnerable moment, was to get yelled at by that horrible woman and to be reminded of the fact that Grey was sleeping with her. Using his mouth on her. It wasn't fair.
Addy clung to her blanket, trying to watch her movie, but her vision kept blurring, and tears kept pouring down her cheeks. Stupid tears. Stupid feelings. At last, the sobs escaped, and she curled up, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to keep herself from flying into a thousand pieces.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Grey arrived at his office at nine as usual. It was because of his lovely teaching assistant that he enjoyed the luxury of sleeping a little later on Monday mornings. He'd always hated teaching Freshman Political Science, and he'd always hated Monday mornings. Addison had removed them both from his shoulders.
He sat behind his desk, empty and devoid of feelings. He'd agonized over Addison last night. That was in between phone calls with a yelling, sobbing, Caroline. Now, he was simply emotionally exhausted. He leaned back in his chair and stared at his desk. There was work to do and any moment he would sit up and do it. But still, he kept staring.
His office door was already open when Addison walked in, with a young, blond girl trailing behind. Addison slammed her books on her small, corner desk. "This is Gwen. She's unhappy with my comments on her essay."
Gwen, smiling and perky, took a seat in front of Grey's desk. Addy sat in her chair and swiveled around to face him.
Gwen glanced back at Addy. "I'd really prefer to have this meeting without Professor Hart."
Grey lifted his eyebrows at Addy who was glaring at the back of Gwen's head. "Um, sure," Grey said. "I can ask Ms. Hart to leave. But since this concerns her, you should know I'm likely to share our discussion with her."
"No secrets between you two?" Gwen asked, with a wink and a smile.
"Probably not about this," Grey said.
Gwen's smile dimmed. "That's fine. But I'd still feel more comfortable speaking to you alone."
Addison didn't need to be told. She grabbed her laptop bag, made a rude gesture behind Gwen's back, and left. Grey fought back a smile at Addy's immature behavior. As soon as she was gone, Gwen stood. "Would you mind if I close the door? This is a matter of some delicacy."
"I prefer to leave it open…"
She already had it closed and was sitting back in her chair. She crossed her legs, her skirt riding up high on her thighs. "Addison's had it out for me since the beginning of the semester."
Grey leaned back in his chair,
She whipped open the door. "Your mom called," he said, handing her her phone. She ran over to the coffee table, retrieved his phone, and gave it to him.
"Your…your girlfriend."
His face paled, some. "I lied. I told your mom we met this morning briefly in my office to talk about mid-terms. I don't think she believed me. What did you tell Caroline?"
"Please don't say her name."
"Sorry."
"She called me a whore. I told her to fuck off, or something like that."
He laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "God. Okay. So does she know who you are?"
Addy shook her head no.
"All right. Well if you confirm my lie with your mom, then we should be okay."
"What will you tell the shrieking harpie?"
Grey laughed again. "Jesus, Addison. I don't know, I'll tell her I met someone at a bar or something. We're supposed to have an open relationship, but if she got that pissed at you, maybe it's not as open as I thought."
Addy nodded and thought through it all. "We should be okay, then. Just no more slip-ups."
He nodded. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that."
She just glared at him. "Goodbye, Grey."
He looked miserable. "Goodbye, Addison."
She slammed and locked the door in his face. The last thing she'd needed at her most vulnerable moment, was to get yelled at by that horrible woman and to be reminded of the fact that Grey was sleeping with her. Using his mouth on her. It wasn't fair.
Addy clung to her blanket, trying to watch her movie, but her vision kept blurring, and tears kept pouring down her cheeks. Stupid tears. Stupid feelings. At last, the sobs escaped, and she curled up, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to keep herself from flying into a thousand pieces.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Grey arrived at his office at nine as usual. It was because of his lovely teaching assistant that he enjoyed the luxury of sleeping a little later on Monday mornings. He'd always hated teaching Freshman Political Science, and he'd always hated Monday mornings. Addison had removed them both from his shoulders.
He sat behind his desk, empty and devoid of feelings. He'd agonized over Addison last night. That was in between phone calls with a yelling, sobbing, Caroline. Now, he was simply emotionally exhausted. He leaned back in his chair and stared at his desk. There was work to do and any moment he would sit up and do it. But still, he kept staring.
His office door was already open when Addison walked in, with a young, blond girl trailing behind. Addison slammed her books on her small, corner desk. "This is Gwen. She's unhappy with my comments on her essay."
Gwen, smiling and perky, took a seat in front of Grey's desk. Addy sat in her chair and swiveled around to face him.
Gwen glanced back at Addy. "I'd really prefer to have this meeting without Professor Hart."
Grey lifted his eyebrows at Addy who was glaring at the back of Gwen's head. "Um, sure," Grey said. "I can ask Ms. Hart to leave. But since this concerns her, you should know I'm likely to share our discussion with her."
"No secrets between you two?" Gwen asked, with a wink and a smile.
"Probably not about this," Grey said.
Gwen's smile dimmed. "That's fine. But I'd still feel more comfortable speaking to you alone."
Addison didn't need to be told. She grabbed her laptop bag, made a rude gesture behind Gwen's back, and left. Grey fought back a smile at Addy's immature behavior. As soon as she was gone, Gwen stood. "Would you mind if I close the door? This is a matter of some delicacy."
"I prefer to leave it open…"
She already had it closed and was sitting back in her chair. She crossed her legs, her skirt riding up high on her thighs. "Addison's had it out for me since the beginning of the semester."
Grey leaned back in his chair,
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