“Love to.”
“You can’t get in trouble for having coffee with a student, can you? Isn’t there some rule against it or something?”
“Oh, please. You’re a grad student in a different department.” Jen already knew she was safe. She was too cautious to ever even think of socializing with a student without first investigating the rules thoroughly.
“In that case, tell me how it feels to be the most beautiful professor at the school.”
Blushing, Jen smiled and said, “You’re a real charmer. I don’t think I am, but thank you for the compliment anyway.”
One coffee turned into two, then three. The day turned from morning to mid-afternoon. Neither Jen nor Quint noticed. A young, sexy, smart man was enamored with her. Plus, he was almost five years younger — another stroke for Jen’s emerging ego. It turned out to be one of those afternoons so wonderful and perfect that Jen waited until the last possible second before announcing she had to leave.
“I hate to go,” Jen said, “But I have a class at 3:30. Skipping it for a date would probably get me in a lot of trouble,” she said as she gathered up her purse and notes for class.
“So…this was a date, then?”
“It wasn’t at first, but spending five hours together turned it into one.”
“Does this mean you’d be open for another one?” Quint asked.
“Yes, but it has to be a real date,” Jen smirked.
“What do you mean?”
“The kind where you take me out for a nice dinner and we share some good wine. That means no darts, no beer, and no games of quarters.”
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