“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to do that. Henrietta seems like she’s enamored with him.”
“Look. You had a one-night stand. It’s not illegal. It’s not right for him to talk to you like that.” Anna’s voice was passionate and loud. “Tell him to stuff his assistantship and to take it up with the school administration if he has a problem.”
“It’s not that easy.” I looked away from her, and I knew from her groan that she understood why.
“Oh, God, Lola. You don’t like him, do you?”
“No, I don’t like him.” My voice rose. “He’s a pompous asshole.”
“But?”
“Oh, Anna, I don’t know what it is, but when he looks at me, I feel like my insides are burning up and I’m going to catch on fire.”
“He was that good, huh?”
“It’s not that he’s hot. Or that he was good in bed. He’s just ... Oh, I don’t know how to explain it. He excites every part of me.”
“That’s called lust, Lola. And he’s your professor.” Anna made a face. “You could get into trouble.”
“He doesn’t seem concerned.” I shrugged.
“That’s even scarier. Why doesn’t he care?” She looked thoughtful. “We should ask Sebastian what his story is.”
“I’m not asking him about his brother. What if he asks why?” I shook my head. “No way do I want him knowing I slept with his brother.”
“Do you think he’s going to try and use his position to get you to do things?”
“Oh, Anna.” I laughed slightly, though I wasn’t really amused. “He wouldn’t have to use his position to get me to do anything. I can’t help myself when I’m around him. He’s so hot.”
“So just go for him, then.” She grinned wickedly at me. “Have a torrid affair with him.”
“He’s also an asshole.” I shook my head. “Not that makes much of a difference because it’s not really up to me. But he doesn’t want me anyways, and even if he did, it would only be for sex, because I can’t stand him.”
“You don’t like anything about him?”
“Well, he does seem intelligent and he does like art.” I sighed. “But let’s just say he’s no Prince Charming.”
“Oh, you’re still waiting for him, huh?” Anna smiled at me gently. She knew that all my life I had had a list of qualities I wanted in a man. In the man—the man who would become my Prince Charming. “He called a few hours ago. His horse broke down in the West End.”
“Tell him to hop on another horse then.” I laughed. “Tell him to forget the gentle white steed. He needs a stallion.”
“Yup. Let me call him now.” Anna grabbed my phone and pretended to make a call. “Hello, hello? Is that you, Prince Charming? Lola’s best friend Anna here. She’s waiting on you to arrive. And I’m waiting on your even handsomer cousin, Prince Even More Charming. We wanted to tell you both to get your asses off the slow white steeds and trade them in for some stallions. And don’t trot over to us. Please gallop. Crack that whip and gallop.” Anna’s voice rose dramatically as she got into the scene, and I started giggling. “We’re waiting here, kind of impatiently. My top’s about to fall off and Lola’s already on the bed waiting to welcome you.”
“I’m here! I’m here!” I fanned myself as I lay back. “Please hurry.”
“There.” Anna giggled as well. “That should do it. Both Prince Charmings should be on the way now.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Do you think you’ll sleep with him again?” Anna blurted out, and I rolled my eyes.
“No way.”
“Are you excited for tomorrow?”
“No,” I lied.
“I can’t believe he lives in Knightsbridge. He must be rich.”
I shrugged. “I suppose.”
“I wonder if Sebastian lives with him?”
“God, I hope not.” I shuddered at the thought. “I can’t even believe that they are brothers. Sebastian is so sweet and polite, but Xavier is so rude and hateful.”
“Date Sebastian then.” Anna grinned. “That would show him. Imagine him telling you to stay away.”
“I suppose he doesn’t think I’m good enough.”
“Because you’re American?”
“No, because he thinks I’m a slut.” I stood up and stretched, letting my journal to fall to my bed. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Let’s go watch TV?”