Lonely Leila

Leila

She held up three fingers. “Scenario three; you go to work, the dean doesn’t know shit, and you go on with your life.”

“And what about Christopher? I think in every one of those scenarios he’s expelled.”

“You could be his private tutor,” she grinned. “Wear a sexy little outfit, rap his knuckles with your ruler.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re deranged.”

“If he cares about you, he’ll respect your need to keep your involvement a secret. If your identity has been revealed and you are fired, then he will understand if you have to move to find a new job. If he cares, he will offer to support you in whatever you do.”

I wanted to buy into that line of reasoning, but that was the best-case option. “And if he doesn’t?” I whispered.

She looked at me, the sympathy I saw making me ill. “Then it wasn’t meant to be.”

I physically recoiled from the words. “I don’t want it to be that way.”

“I understand, but sometimes we don’t get those choices. Sometimes, the choice is taken away from us.”

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