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Tamara POV
“Dean Smith,” I gasped, as I tried to catch my breath. “Professor Tulip-
I had rushed past his secretary, who tried to stop me, to enter his room. Dean Smith was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, reading a document. He jerked his head up, his brow furrowing. I licked my lips as every thought inside my mind vanished. What the hell was I doing?
‘You’re doing it for Matt, Angel growled inside me. ‘He is our mate. Say it!
‘No, I will be rejecting him.‘
‘Don’t say that,’ Angel whined.
“What is it?” Dean Smith asked, clearly angry with the way I stormed in his office unannounced.
His secretary opened the door behind me. “I’m so sorry, Dean,” she said. “She just barged in! I tried to stop her.”
Dean Smith lowered the document. He stared at me, with narrowed his eyes, his bald head shining in the light. “What is it about?” he asked, the crinkles around his eyes becoming prominent.
I swallowed. “Professor Tulip is in dire emergency. I–I think she is having a s–seizure. She was teaching herbology to Matt Erikson because he had missed an assignment.”
Dean paled, his weathered face looking older. He got up from his chair. “Where is she?” he asked as circled the desk and
came to stand near me.
“On the third floor.”
With long strides, he covered the distance to the door, commanding, “Come on, girl! Show me where she is.” Then he turned to his secretary. “Call the medical team immediately!”
Internally, I flinched. This was the biggest lie I’d ever spoken and I swear I was going to give Brad a boot on his head if things went down. The secretary nodded, looking like she had seen a ghost, and went on to inform the medical team of the campus. I rushed out of Dean’s room, toward the elevator. We reached the room where Tulip with my fingers crossed, If this went down, I was going to be suspended.
I let out a silent prayer to the moon goddess. Goddess, save me this time. I will be very docile, sweet, and keep my head low. Not only that, I would offer you flowers every day.
Dean Smith didn’t bother knocking the door. He simply barged in, and stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at what was happening. I collided with him and he stumbled a bit.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted. But at whom?
I peeked from his side, my heart beating wildly. My eyes widened in shock when I saw what was happening. Bradly was sitting on the chair, shirtless, in his boxers, as Tulip hands were on his neck and back. He was blushing heavily. His clothes were lying in a heap near him. Matt was standing in front of them without his shirt, looking amused.
Bradley whimpered, “Help me…”
I wanted to bleach my eyes, my mind and everything in between.
Tulip whipped her head to look at us. Blood drained from her face and she practically jumped back from Brad, like she had touched burning rock. “D–Dean Smith!” she whimpered as she glanced at me.
From the looks of it, it seemed like a professor was inappropriately touching Bradley, who was her student, and that too when he was bare. This was horrible. Like sexual harassment horrible. I had to bite my lower lip to stop smiling or bursting into laughter.
Dean Smith clenched his fists on his sides. “How dare you do that to a student?” he shouted, his spit flying everywhere.
“I didn’t do anything!” Tulip cried as she darted her gaze between all of us. “I–I was just teaching herbology to Matt. H–he has skipped his a–assignment.”
“That’s what I heard too!” Smith barked. “And you had to teach him behind closed doors, and that too without his clothes
on?”
Tulip gulped, looking like she would faint now. “Th–this is not Matt,” she stuttered.
But Dean Smith was mad. His face turned red. “Come to my office immediately, Miss Montana!” Saying that he pivoted and strode toward the door. However, he turned to look at me and said in a low voice, “I’m sorry. Report to my office in an hour. He glared at Tulip, who was now fumbling with her books and purse, and walked out of the room. Just then the medical team arrived. Great. More witnesses. They blinked their eyes at the scene unfolding in front of them. “Sorry, false alarm,” Dean grunted and walked past them. The medical team muttered something amongst them and hurried away.
Tulip was so flustered that she dropped her books. None of us went to help her. She picked up her books. Watching Brad
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picking up his clothes. As she ran after the Dean, she threw a hateful gaze at me, which said this isn’t over i shougged and she huffed as she exited the room.
The moment she was gone, Matt burst out laughing. Brad threw his shirt at him as he wore hes clothes with a gen. “Yoga such a deadly fucker Matt said, his shoulders rolling with laughter “Of, Velev I’ve never seen something as hitaron a this.” He wore his shirt and shook his head.
“Eww Brad,” I muttered. “How did you manage to pull that stint?” I walked to him to collect his bag as Mart also collected his bag and books.
Brad grinned as he put his arm around my shoulder. “It was simple” he said. When I came in, Tulip was on the backtoo already. She asked what I was doing here. To which I replied that I wanted to speak with Matt urgently She said that I had to wait outside, but I was adamant. And then I pulled Matt out of the chair, took my clothes off, much to her shock, and sat on the chair. I told her that she can use me as a model for explaining the effect of poisonous herbs as Matt watched”
“But that was a gamble! I chided him. “What if the Dean hadn’t com?
“Well, we were prepared for that too, Brad said as he guided me out of the room with Matt following us. I glanced at Mart, and he looked… relaxed. Like a weight had lifted from his shoulders. And somehow that made me happy. He watched the two of us with adoration in his eyes.
“Tulip won’t stop,” I grumbled. “She will definitely retaliate.”
“We know,” Brad said. “We are not stupid to think that she will stay quiet after today’s incident. But how did you manage to get the Dean here?”
After Brad asked me to call Dean and somehow convince him to get here, I had thought of a thousand excuses. I doled out the most convincing. “I told him that Tulip was having a seizure.” But now I was sure that I would be scolded for speaking lies. Would he expel me from the college? Just thinking that made me nervous.
Matt came in front of me suddenly. He took both our bags and said, “Stop worrying. Nothing will happen. Dean saw what we wanted him to see.”
But his assurance didn’t stop me from worrying. An hour later the three of us stood in front of Dean Smith in his office
