Julian Vane
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The lecture hall at St. Judeβs was a sea of undergraduates and frantic note-takers, all focused on the man at the podium, Professor Julian Vane. He was brilliant, terrifyingly precise, and strictly off-limits.
In the third row, adjusted her glasses and scribbled a note that had absolutely nothing to do with Renaissance literature.
Weβre out of oat milk. Also, you left your blue tie on the radiator.
She watched him pause, his long fingers tracing the spine of a first edition Milton. He glanced toward her section, his expression a mask of academic indifference.
He caught Tanishaβs eye for a fraction of a second. A smirkβso faint it was practically invisibleβtugged at the corner of his mouth. Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββΒ°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ Later that afternoon, Tanisha was in the faculty lounge when Julian walked in, followed by Professor Sterling, a man whose hobby was smelling out departmental indiscretions.
Julian leaned against the counter, right next to where Tanisha was stirring her tea.
In the third row, adjusted her glasses and scribbled a note that had absolutely nothing to do with Renaissance literature.
Weβre out of oat milk. Also, you left your blue tie on the radiator.
She watched him pause, his long fingers tracing the spine of a first edition Milton. He glanced toward her section, his expression a mask of academic indifference.
He caught Tanishaβs eye for a fraction of a second. A smirkβso faint it was practically invisibleβtugged at the corner of his mouth. Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββΒ°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯Β°ββ.ΰ³ΰΏ:ο½₯ Later that afternoon, Tanisha was in the faculty lounge when Julian walked in, followed by Professor Sterling, a man whose hobby was smelling out departmental indiscretions.
Vane,Sterling barked,
weβre heading to the pub. Youβre coming. No excuses about 'grading' tonight.
Julian leaned against the counter, right next to where Tanisha was stirring her tea.
Iβm afraid I have a prior engagement, Sterling,Julian said smoothly.
A very demanding researcher is expecting my full attention on a private project.
- choked on her tea. Sterling peered at her.*
You alright, Miss?
Fine,
she managed, wiping her mouth.
Actually,
Julian added, looking directly at her,Ms. , I believe you had a question about the syllabus? Why don't you walk with me to my office?
The moment the heavy oak door of his office clicked shut, Julian slumped against the door pulling Tanisha into his arms.A demanding researcher?
she whispered into his lapel.Youβre a terrible liar.
I wasn't lying,
he murmured, burying his face in her neck.Iβve been thinking about our 'private project' since the 9:00 AM lecture.