She rolls her eyes. “Liam, please, I’m your agent.”
“So?”
“So I know you, and I know the look in that girl’s eye.”
I can feel myself bristling. “Look, it’s nothing like-”
“Bullshit.”
I glare at her. “Watch it, Casey.”
She rolls her eyes again. “Look I’m not saying shit, I’m just saying you better go fix that, whatever that is.”
“It’s nothing, Case.”
My young agent shrugs. “Well hey, if its just some book groupie thing-“
“It’s nothing like that!” I snap angrily, feeling the heat rise in my face.
She grins and raises her brow. “Case and point.”
Ugh. Busted.
“You’re into her, I can see it plan as day, Liam.”
I shake my head, snatching the glass of whiskey off my desk. “She’s my student, Casey.”
She grins. “And Lisa was my boss, dude. Didn’t stop me from marrying her now did it?”
I down the amber liquid, grimacing at the burn and still thinking of Ellie running out that door with that look on her face. “That was different.”
Casey snorts. “What, ‘cause w’re gay?”
“No, it’s just-”
What the FUCK am I waiting for?
“I’m being a fucking idiot, aren’t I?”
“By sitting here acting like a wimp instead of chasing after that girl?” Casey arches a brow at me. “Uh, yeah, dude. Go get her.”
*****
I catch up with her outside her dorm, by the side door.
“Ellie!”
She whirls as she sees me jogging up, her eyes narrowed and her face red. “Go away, Liam.”
I finally reach her and reach out for her arm. “Ellie, listen to me-”
She shakes my hand away and steps back from me. “Oh fuck off, seriously.”
“That’s not what it looked like,” I growl.
She barks out a laugh. “Please, spare me the cliche, okay?”
“Ellie-”