that you're no gentleman, that you don't have any inhibitions about forcing yourself on a woman and..."
"That's enough, little queen," he ordered roughly and then grinned, shaking his head slightly from side to side. "We both know I could have gone on to prove a great deal more just now, but I'm willing to take it slowly!"
"Thank you very much!" she snapped waspishly. "You're too kind!"
"Ummm, Probably, or I'd go ahead and settle matters right here and now," he agreed. He released her and Janna took a small step to steady herself as he picked his jacket off the arm of a chair and started toward the door.
"One more thing, Janna..." he began turning back to confront her.
"Yes?" she whispered, licking her very dry lower lip.
"Remember that I have other lessons in my repertoire, such as teaching you that I wouldn't hesitate to come after my woman if she took it into her head to defy me." He smiled dangerously. "And I wouldn't particularly care whether or not she was embarrassed in the process!" With a look that promised he meant what he said, Adam was gone.
But his words had weighed heavily on Janna as she dressed for the evening out with Scott, creating a kind of tension in her that was distracting, to say the least. She tried to banish the niggling worry about what Adam would do when he found her gone and made an effort to look her best for Scott. The red jersey dress clung softly to her pleasantly rounded figure, ending high enough below her knees to display a length of leg. One of the few advantages of being so tall, she thought ruefully, slipping into nearly flat shoes, was that one had lots of leg! She twisted the long, brown hair into a rope and fixed it to the back of her head, decided the overall effect would take her from dinner to faculty party and prepared to wait for Scott. What if he were late?
But he wasn't. By two minutes after six Janna was being bundled into the bucket seat of Scott's small, racy little sportscar and she breathed an unconscious sigh of relief when the apartment vanished behind her.
At dinner she made a severely determined attempt to enjoy herself. But as Scott wandered off into intricate analyses of his favorite writers a small part of J anna's mind kept wondering what Adam was doing. It was nearly seven, she realized at one point. Her disappearance would have been discovered. How had Adam reacted? He couldn't possibly come after her because he'd have no idea where to start looking, but that didn't prevent the possibility of him deciding to wait for her in the apartment. For the first time Janna began to question the wisdom of going home at all that night. But what else could she do? Check into a motel? She had a credit card... "I beg your pardon?" she asked guiltily, realizing that Scott had made some comment which demanded an answer from her. One of the few all evening which had, as he had been quite content to carry on a monologue during dinner. With a funny twist of memory, Janna found herself thinking of the banter and discussion and argument which had flickered back and forth between herself and Adam on Monday evening...
"I was asking if you'd heard about Sam and Elaine Parker," Scott repeated obediently.
"From the Botony Department? What about them?" Janna chided herself for not having kept track of the conversation well enough to have realized Scott had gotten onto another topic than English literature. What would Adam have done if he'd known she was going to be out this evening? He had been so certain she wouldn't have the courage to defy him. He must have been sure of her or he would never have left her alone until six-thirty!
"I've been told they're going to divorce. Elaine has a fantastic position lined up in Texas and Sam is doing well here at La Paloma so they've decided to split." Scott shrugged. "I'll miss Elaine but I guess there's no help for it."
"You mean they're breaking up the marriage because they can't find work in the same area?" Janna asked, startled.
"What
"That's enough, little queen," he ordered roughly and then grinned, shaking his head slightly from side to side. "We both know I could have gone on to prove a great deal more just now, but I'm willing to take it slowly!"
"Thank you very much!" she snapped waspishly. "You're too kind!"
"Ummm, Probably, or I'd go ahead and settle matters right here and now," he agreed. He released her and Janna took a small step to steady herself as he picked his jacket off the arm of a chair and started toward the door.
"One more thing, Janna..." he began turning back to confront her.
"Yes?" she whispered, licking her very dry lower lip.
"Remember that I have other lessons in my repertoire, such as teaching you that I wouldn't hesitate to come after my woman if she took it into her head to defy me." He smiled dangerously. "And I wouldn't particularly care whether or not she was embarrassed in the process!" With a look that promised he meant what he said, Adam was gone.
But his words had weighed heavily on Janna as she dressed for the evening out with Scott, creating a kind of tension in her that was distracting, to say the least. She tried to banish the niggling worry about what Adam would do when he found her gone and made an effort to look her best for Scott. The red jersey dress clung softly to her pleasantly rounded figure, ending high enough below her knees to display a length of leg. One of the few advantages of being so tall, she thought ruefully, slipping into nearly flat shoes, was that one had lots of leg! She twisted the long, brown hair into a rope and fixed it to the back of her head, decided the overall effect would take her from dinner to faculty party and prepared to wait for Scott. What if he were late?
But he wasn't. By two minutes after six Janna was being bundled into the bucket seat of Scott's small, racy little sportscar and she breathed an unconscious sigh of relief when the apartment vanished behind her.
At dinner she made a severely determined attempt to enjoy herself. But as Scott wandered off into intricate analyses of his favorite writers a small part of J anna's mind kept wondering what Adam was doing. It was nearly seven, she realized at one point. Her disappearance would have been discovered. How had Adam reacted? He couldn't possibly come after her because he'd have no idea where to start looking, but that didn't prevent the possibility of him deciding to wait for her in the apartment. For the first time Janna began to question the wisdom of going home at all that night. But what else could she do? Check into a motel? She had a credit card... "I beg your pardon?" she asked guiltily, realizing that Scott had made some comment which demanded an answer from her. One of the few all evening which had, as he had been quite content to carry on a monologue during dinner. With a funny twist of memory, Janna found herself thinking of the banter and discussion and argument which had flickered back and forth between herself and Adam on Monday evening...
"I was asking if you'd heard about Sam and Elaine Parker," Scott repeated obediently.
"From the Botony Department? What about them?" Janna chided herself for not having kept track of the conversation well enough to have realized Scott had gotten onto another topic than English literature. What would Adam have done if he'd known she was going to be out this evening? He had been so certain she wouldn't have the courage to defy him. He must have been sure of her or he would never have left her alone until six-thirty!
"I've been told they're going to divorce. Elaine has a fantastic position lined up in Texas and Sam is doing well here at La Paloma so they've decided to split." Scott shrugged. "I'll miss Elaine but I guess there's no help for it."
"You mean they're breaking up the marriage because they can't find work in the same area?" Janna asked, startled.
"What
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