Tasha’s phone rang on the desk beside her hand. She looked away from her computer screen and reached for it. She glanced at the screen and the corners of her mouth curved with a smile. It was Grant.
She swiped the screen. “Hey babe.” “Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” She removed her reading glasses and dropped it on the desk. “I’m about to finish the second chapter for today.”
“Wow,” Grant said excitedly from the other end. “That’s fantastic, well-done, my love.”
“Thank you,” she beamed as if he was there with him.
“What do you want me to get for dinner?” He asked. “I don’t want us to cook tonight. I want us to relax.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned softly. “I like that. Chicken wings and mango tropical salad are fine.”
“Okay good,” he said. “I will get it before coming to pick you up. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I need to go to the faculty office to see Prof. Sinclair. I will have enough time to see her before you come over.”
“Okay then,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to get off the phone. “I will see you later. Love you.”
“Love you too,” she giggled and ended the call.
She returned the phone to the desk. Her smile widened as she thought about the last three weeks of her life. She had been happy beyond her wildest imagination doing life with Grant. They had been spending almost all their free time together. He would drop her off at work in the morning on the days she wanted to be on campus and pick her up on his way back from work in the evening.
He had spent most of the evenings and nights in her apartment during these weeks. Grant was a very passionate and gentle lover. He wasn’t much of a verbal person, both in and out of the bed like the men she was used to. But he knew how to make a woman happy.
She relished their times together, especially in the evenings after dinner, when they would curl up in front of the TV watching something on Netflix or when they go out to the movies or restaurants to eat.
Many times, they would abandon whatever they were watching and explore each other’s bodies and make sweet love to each other. Other times, they would just kiss and neck throughout the movies, and then he would pick her up and take her upstairs for long sessions of unbridled lust and passion. Tasha’s core pooled with wetness as the image of his cock flashed into her mind. She sighed delightedly and swirled her chair around. It was always thrilling to be banged into blissful oblivion by Grant’s joystick almost every night.
Their time together was not about sex alone, they talked about their dreams and aspirations too.
The knock at her door startled her. She stopped swirling her chair and asked the person knocking to come in. The door opened and one of her senior colleagues, Prof. Trevor Daniels, stood by the door.
“Hi, Tash.” Travis greeted from the door. “How are you? How is the book coming along?”
“So well, Prof.,” she smiled at him. “Thanks for checking up on me.”
“You are welcome, dear. I have my postgrad students coming in today.” He folded his hands in his front. “And thought to stop by when I saw your window open.
“Thanks so much.” Tasha leaned back in her seat.
Prof. Trevor Daniels was Tasha’s second best friend in the department. Though he was four years older than her, they still get along very well.
They both spoke for about five minutes before Trevor left for his office.
Tasha checked for time on her wristwatch and realized she only had sixteen minutes to meet up with Prof. Sinclair.
She stood up from her desk and took her office laptop with her. Because of the time, she decided to ride the elevator to the sixth floor where the office of the Dean was. Instead of taking the stairs like she preferred.
“She’s expecting you,” Resse, Evelyn Sinclair’s sixty-one-year-old secretary, smiled kindly at Tasha. “Go ahead.” The friendly old lady gestured towards the door.”
“Thank you, Reese,” she smiled and walked to the door. She knocked on the door and went in when Evelyn’s voice asked her to come in.
Evelyn sat elegantly behind her desk, looking more like a twenty-something-year-old lady rather than her sixty-three years. She looked away from her computer screen and smiled at Tasha. “Please take a seat,” she motioned with her hand and removed her reading glasses, which she dropped on her desk. “How is it going?”
“Very well,” she smiled back at Tasha and handed her a big brown envelope. “I think you should go through these. You will find some valuables for your work.”
“Okay, Evelyn,” Tasha collected it and opened the envelope slightly, peering inside. “I will do just that.”
“I hope you don’t have anything planned for Saturday night?” Evelyn asked with a little chuckle. “Denis is coming over for the weekend. I would like to invite you over for dinner on Saturday.”
Denis was Prof. Sinclair’s husband’s nephew, and also a college professor at a university in Texas. He had shown interest in Tasha over and over. Tasha made the mistake of going out with him one time and she regretted it. She had only agreed to go out with him that one time just to please Professor and Professor (Mrs.) Sinclair.
“I have plans for the weekend already,” Tasha informed the Professor.
“Oh, that’s a shame,” Evelyn said with a knowing smile. “What is it that you don’t like about our Denis?” She let out an exasperated sigh.
“He’s too loud for my liking,” Tasha said. “I think he talks too much for a man.”
“But he’s a nice guy. If you allow him to get closer to you, you will like him, sincerely.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be with someone like that.”
She debated whether to tell her about Grant, but decided against it for the time being.
“I understand.” Evelyn’s voice strayed into Tasha’s thought. “I know I can not force you to be with someone you don’t like. You know he’s looking at a long-term relationship with you. He actually desires to marry you.”
Tasha didn’t know what to say, so she kept quiet and gave the older woman a wry smile.