did she look good. Alexander knew he wouldn’t be able to
stand it if she started dating some random guy at school and he’d
have to run into them in the halls. He should have thought his plan
out better before enrolling.
Chapter 7
Love at first
sight is possible, but it pays to take a second look.
-Helen
Jillian
That evening, Jillian was getting ready for bed and
wondered why her roommate had not shown up. She was curious to meet
her. They had chatted briefly via email, but she didn’t know much
about Heather other than she was a Texan down to the core. Jillian
could practically hear her southern twang from Heather’s
emails.
She also thought about Oliver and knew he was owed a
phone call. He had sent texts and called her at least six times,
and she had yet to call him back. Alexander was on her mind too. It
was sweet that he had let her get her emotions privately under
control. He’d pulled her into a secluded area so no one would see
her. But mostly, she thought about sexy Professor Paul Black. He
was not as tall as Alexander or Oliver, but he had sex appeal that
stretched miles above the twins. His inky black hair was a little
longer than what one would expect from a law school professor and
consequently made him seem younger. He slicked it back, and it went
to the nape of his neck. He oozed danger. She fell asleep, thinking
of him.
Okay, so the first day of school definitely needed a
do-over. Day two would be perfect. It had to be.
Her alarm clock flashed 3:23 a.m. That’s all she saw
when she was scared half to death by a loud bang from her living
room.
“What the fu . . .?” She jumped out of bed,
stumbling to open her bedroom door.
“Sorry, hon’. I dropped my luggage. I woke you,
didn’t I? I’m so sorry. It’s been a helluva day: my plane was
delayed, I missed my first day of school, I am soakin’ wet because
it’s rainin’ cats and dogs, and now I have effectively made an
enemy of my roommate by waking her up.” Jill just stared at her. “I
know I talk a lot. Sorry. Please feel free to shut me up when I
ramble on and on. I tend to do that.” Jillian flagged her arms in
the air to show that she was rambling.
“Don’t worry about it. I know all about bad days.
I’m Jillian Stone. It’s nice to finally meet you. I assume you’re
Heather?” She held out her hand while yawning.
“Nice to meet ya, Jillian. I’m Heather
Robertson.”
“Can I help you settle in?”
“Nah, I think I’m okay. How was your first day of
school? It’s law school, right?”
“Yeah, law school. It was fine.” She lied. “And you?
You missed your first day of school. You’re getting your MBA,
right?”
“Yep, I missed it. If you don’t mind, I am just
gonna leave all this here for tonight, and I’ll unpack tomorrow.
I’m beat and I can’t miss class tomorrow. Point me to my room.”
“Both rooms are identical. I took this one and left
that one for you.” Jill pointed to the rooms. “I hope that’s okay.
You may want to unpack your sheets. I wouldn’t sleep on that old
tattered mattress if I were you. Or better yet, wait a minute . .
.” She walked over to her room and reached in her closet and
grabbed extra sheets and a blanket. “Here, these are mine. They’re
clean.”
“Bless your heart. A clean freak. A lady after my
own heart. I think we’re goin’ to get along just fine. Thanks so
much. G’night, Jillian. I’m sorry that I woke you.”
“It’s okay. It was nice meeting you. I’ll help you
unpack tomorrow. Good night.”
As soon as Jillian’s head hit the pillow, she was
out like a light.
The smell of coffee woke Jillian. Oh, she was going
to love Heather.
“Mornin’, roomie. Coffee?”
Jillian nodded and sat on the stool by the kitchen
counter, watching Heather make an egg white omelet with tomatoes
and turkey bacon. She cooked and hummed. Heather was definitely a
morning person. Jill was definitely not.
“Not a morning person?” Heather asked as
stand it if she started dating some random guy at school and he’d
have to run into them in the halls. He should have thought his plan
out better before enrolling.
Chapter 7
Love at first
sight is possible, but it pays to take a second look.
-Helen
Jillian
That evening, Jillian was getting ready for bed and
wondered why her roommate had not shown up. She was curious to meet
her. They had chatted briefly via email, but she didn’t know much
about Heather other than she was a Texan down to the core. Jillian
could practically hear her southern twang from Heather’s
emails.
She also thought about Oliver and knew he was owed a
phone call. He had sent texts and called her at least six times,
and she had yet to call him back. Alexander was on her mind too. It
was sweet that he had let her get her emotions privately under
control. He’d pulled her into a secluded area so no one would see
her. But mostly, she thought about sexy Professor Paul Black. He
was not as tall as Alexander or Oliver, but he had sex appeal that
stretched miles above the twins. His inky black hair was a little
longer than what one would expect from a law school professor and
consequently made him seem younger. He slicked it back, and it went
to the nape of his neck. He oozed danger. She fell asleep, thinking
of him.
Okay, so the first day of school definitely needed a
do-over. Day two would be perfect. It had to be.
Her alarm clock flashed 3:23 a.m. That’s all she saw
when she was scared half to death by a loud bang from her living
room.
“What the fu . . .?” She jumped out of bed,
stumbling to open her bedroom door.
“Sorry, hon’. I dropped my luggage. I woke you,
didn’t I? I’m so sorry. It’s been a helluva day: my plane was
delayed, I missed my first day of school, I am soakin’ wet because
it’s rainin’ cats and dogs, and now I have effectively made an
enemy of my roommate by waking her up.” Jill just stared at her. “I
know I talk a lot. Sorry. Please feel free to shut me up when I
ramble on and on. I tend to do that.” Jillian flagged her arms in
the air to show that she was rambling.
“Don’t worry about it. I know all about bad days.
I’m Jillian Stone. It’s nice to finally meet you. I assume you’re
Heather?” She held out her hand while yawning.
“Nice to meet ya, Jillian. I’m Heather
Robertson.”
“Can I help you settle in?”
“Nah, I think I’m okay. How was your first day of
school? It’s law school, right?”
“Yeah, law school. It was fine.” She lied. “And you?
You missed your first day of school. You’re getting your MBA,
right?”
“Yep, I missed it. If you don’t mind, I am just
gonna leave all this here for tonight, and I’ll unpack tomorrow.
I’m beat and I can’t miss class tomorrow. Point me to my room.”
“Both rooms are identical. I took this one and left
that one for you.” Jill pointed to the rooms. “I hope that’s okay.
You may want to unpack your sheets. I wouldn’t sleep on that old
tattered mattress if I were you. Or better yet, wait a minute . .
.” She walked over to her room and reached in her closet and
grabbed extra sheets and a blanket. “Here, these are mine. They’re
clean.”
“Bless your heart. A clean freak. A lady after my
own heart. I think we’re goin’ to get along just fine. Thanks so
much. G’night, Jillian. I’m sorry that I woke you.”
“It’s okay. It was nice meeting you. I’ll help you
unpack tomorrow. Good night.”
As soon as Jillian’s head hit the pillow, she was
out like a light.
The smell of coffee woke Jillian. Oh, she was going
to love Heather.
“Mornin’, roomie. Coffee?”
Jillian nodded and sat on the stool by the kitchen
counter, watching Heather make an egg white omelet with tomatoes
and turkey bacon. She cooked and hummed. Heather was definitely a
morning person. Jill was definitely not.
“Not a morning person?” Heather asked as
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