And I take a seat in the first row, directly in front of her desk.
Siobhan glances up at me several times, furtively, like she thinks she needs to hide the fact she wants to look at me.
I don't bother to be sneaky about it when I look at her. She can, I'm sure, see my desire for her on my face, but I don't care. Desire isn't a crime. Or maybe it is in America, who knows. I'll ask my mate Chance about that sometime. He's a lawyer, after all. He also lives in this country, in New Hampshire, so I could even go visit him.
Will I have time for that? Summer classes are four days a week. I'll be going home for Rick's wedding in a month, but that's on a weekend, so I won't miss any classes.
A young woman walks into the room, marching straight to Siobhan.
My teacher glances at the girl with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Told you, I want to audit one of your classes."
"Business analytics? Do you even know what that is?"
"No. That's why I'm here. Duh. To learn what this class is all about."
This girl is taking the piss out of her teacher. Maybe I've given Siobhan a bit of a hard time, but I'm not an average student. I suppose my age doesn't give me the right to tease my teacher or flirt with her. I'm not as sarcastic as this girl, though.
She has the same amber eyes as Siobhan, though her hair is brown rather than raven. They do sort of resemble each other.
Dr. Griffin gives the girl a look of motherly disapproval. "This is an advanced course, Felicity. You're a freshman."
"Are you kicking me out of your class?" Felicity glances my way and grins when she sees me. "Hey there, who are you?"
"I'm Nick Hunter, the world's oldest undergraduate."
Siobhan puckers her mouth, but it seems like an attempt to quash her amusement rather than annoyance with me.
Felicity wags her eyebrows. "You're the British hottie, aren't you?"
I can honestly say no one has ever called me that before. "I'm British, yes. What gave me away?" I wink. "Must've been my posh clothes."
She laughs. "I'm Felicity Griffin. You must know my mom since you're sitting in her classroom."
"Dr. Griffin is your mother?" I glance at Siobhan, who seems to be rearranging her papers without actually looking at them since her gaze keeps flicking between me and Felicity.
"Yeah," the girl says. "I'll be majoring in math when I start classes in the fall, but I wanted to see Mom in action first."
I pat the chair next to mine. "Why don't you sit beside me, Felicity?"
"No," Siobhan exclaims, her eyes wide. "She's auditing this class, which means she's not enrolled. I, uh, always tell guests to take a seat at the back."
"But I need to make friends here, don't I? And I'm sure your daughter will be as friendly as you are."
Felicity grins again and settles into the chair beside mine. "I've never met a Brit before."
"I've never met a professor's daughter before."
More students begin to trickle in, and soon the seats are filling up. One girl, a redhead who wears tiny shorts and a tube top, pauses at my chair. She slides her gaze up and down my body, her mouth slanting into a sly smile.
"Wow," she says, "we've got a real hottie in our class. I like older guys. Please tell me you're not Dr. Griffin's boyfriend, then maybe we can hook up later."
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm, ah, busy. And I'm a student, not Dr. Griffin's boyfriend."
The girl flutters her lashes at me. "Love your accent. If I'd known business analytics came with a British stud, I would've signed up for this class when I was a freshman."
"Sit down, please," Siobhan says in a stern voice. "Class is about to begin."