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rolled off his tongue like he was making love to it, and my eyes went wide . Like, right here in the dealership, bruh? I thought, but knew ten times better than to say out loud. Besides, my mother was eating it up, and I had to admit that Mr. Chocolate was smooth. She had a big grin stuck on her face, and it took me a moment to realize she hadn’t answered. I shook my head.
    “A car,” I said, speaking up for the first time, and mama and black George Clooney looked at me like they’d forgotten I was there. “She’s here for a car. Remember, mama?”
    “Ah.” She gave Joseph a sweet – sensual sweet – smile. “Yes. I need to buy a car.”
    So she bought a car.
    And she actually got a good deal, according to my frantic blue-book valuing from my cell phone while Joseph sweet-talked her into a sleek black luxury vehicle(which she already wanted before we came to the dealership), and out of her phone number. The car stayed at the dealership to get some adjustments to the trim package, so I was driving her back home, and teasing her the whole way.
    Even though it was a happy moment, I shuddered thinking about the reason she needed the new car in the first place. A few weeks ago, she’d been heading to go pick up her best girlfriend for a spa weekend. Some idiot got impatient and ran a red light as she was making a turn, and ended up t-boning her, on the passenger side.
    Luckily, she’d walked away from the accident, with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises. But a car accident had taken my father seven years ago, and I couldn’t help thinking about what might have happened if the car had been going faster, or hit or on the driver’s side, or…
    I blinked back tears.
    That hadn’t happened.
    I’d lost my father, but my mother was still here, and I cherished the hell out of that. She could be tough on me sometimes, but she was also my biggest supporter – evidenced by the position I had as her grad assistant anyway. She swore she’d chosen me based on merit, and had welcomed the challenge of getting me approved by the department. It wasn’t that I thought I’d gotten some benefit by being her daughter, it was the exact opposite.
    With the type of shit she knew about me, I would have expected her to gleefully choose someone else. But she didn’t hold it against me. She chose me despite my history, because I was well-qualified. Or maybe because despite my history, I’d gotten qualified.
    All of which could have easily not mattered if my little “conversation” with Jason Wright had gone anywhere beyond an email to the professor.
    Yeah, it had been exciting to spar with him, but my mother was right – I worked at the college. That was no place for me to make business matters personal, or pick at him for my own entertainment. So, from now on, any interactions that related at to my work as a grad assistant, especially on campus, would be strictly professional.
    Even with “J. Wright.”
    Starting with that stupid ass apology.

four.

     
    “Mr. Wright, may I have a moment of your time?”
    Here we go …
    I stopped in my tracks, turning to face the woman I now knew to be Reese. She had those big brown eyes of hers pulled wide, in an innocent expression that caught me off guard. I’d honestly been shocked last night when Professor Bryant emailed me back. Even more surprised to find out that: she was making Reese apologize, and that the princess had wanted to give me a higher score on the paper. That last little tidbit made me think that my strategy of emailing the professor hadn’t been the right approach.
    Or maybe it had, because I was about ninety percent sure we were about to go at it again. There was no way she was taking this “apology” shit lying down.
    She tipped her head, urging me to quiet corner of the lecture hall as most of the students began to file out. I followed her, curious about what was happening next, and because, well… ass. Plenty of it, clad in jeans that fit her like a second