Pushing the Limits(59)

I step inside and slam the door closed behind me. I walk in front of  her, leaning my palms flat on top of her desk. "What the fuck did you  do?"         

     



 

She leans back, her eyes widen in fear. "What do you mean?"

"I heard your conversation, Claire, so quit the shit. What did you say to her?"

"What's it to you?" She leans toward me in her chair, crossing her arms  in a challenge. "Student-teacher relations are against the school's  policy. You should know that," she says in a condescending tone,  speaking to me as if I'm a child.

"That's none of your fucking concern. Now tell me what you said to her.  You did something to scare her away, and I'm not leaving until you tell  me."

"Or what?"

"I'll file a sexual harassment suit against you. I saved every single  note and email you've written me. I've also declined your offers seven  times in the past semester. One complaint and you can kiss that  promotion goodbye."

Her brows furrow.

"Yeah, I know about that. You're applying for the art advisor position.  How do you think a sexual harassment complaint will look on your  record?" I challenge right back, her body slouching in defeat.

She sighs, gritting her teeth as my words soak in. She has no choice now.

"I told her to break up with you," she finally confesses.

"Why?" I ask harshly, demanding.

"Because I wanted you for myself. Hasn't that been obvious?"

"I've never given you any reason to think I was into you. Haven't I been obvious?"

"I just thought you were playing hard to get."

"You apparently thought wrong. What did you threaten her with?" I ask,  leaning closer to her. "What could you possibly have to hold against  her?"

"Her scholarship and grad school references. Your career." Her lips tilt  into a satisfied grin. "You both just made it too easy. So much at  risk … for what? An easy lay?"

My hands tighten into fists, her indifferent tone feeding my anger. "You've no idea what you're talking about."

She rolls her eyes. "Is she really worth your career? You have a child  to take care of now. Don't throw it all away and ruin your lives just  for a meaningless hookup."

I snort, backing up and rubbing the scruff on my chin. "It's unfortunate."

Her eyes narrow as her upper lip curls in confusion. "What is?"

"That you can't possibly have a compassionate bone in your body. Just  because you can't possibly understand how it feels to be with someone  who makes you feel good all of the time and someone who can change your  life for the better, doesn't mean the rest of us can't."

I don't bother waiting for a response. I head back down the hallway, lock up my office and run to my car.

I head straight for the gallery. I know Aspen doesn't work on Wednesday afternoons, but Aunt Mel does.

And she's the exact person I need to speak with right now.





Aunt Mel and I speak in her office for at least an hour. I tell her  everything, from falling for Aspen to the Ariel Rose Collection  Paintings, to Jennifer, expecting a harsh lecture in return, but she  only smiles.

"Why are you smiling?"

"You youngins always think you're so much smarter than us old folks. I  had my suspicions. Ever since I asked her to take you around for the  tour, I saw a look in your eyes. Then I'd see you visiting, finding any  reason to go look for her. The night of the life drawing workshop … " She  flashes a sweet smile. "I saw the way your jaw tensed the moment you saw  her up there. I watched you draw her, seeing something else that  everyone else was missing."

"Wait … what?"

"You think I'm too old to see when two people have chemistry, Morgan?"

I laugh, because what else can I really do? "I can't believe you never said anything."

"I may be losing my mind most days, but after the way Jennifer broke  your heart, I never thought you'd move on. I wasn't sure if you'd even  come back home, but you did. And now you deserve your happiness, too."  She smiles. "Even if she is your student," she finishes with a sly grin.

"Yeah, that's kind of the problem."

"Well, aside from that. What did you do to screw it up?" She raises a  brow when I give her a puzzling look. "That's why you're here, isn't it?  To confess the truth and find a way to make it up to her?"

"It's not what I did … it's what I didn't do." I should've known better. I  could see how much it was hurting her to say those words, so why didn't  I fight harder? Why didn't I tell her I'd do anything to show her we  belong together? Instead, I walked away, allowing her to think she  didn't matter to me at all. She sacrificed her feelings for my career,  scarified our relationship to make sure no one else found out. Now I  need to prove myself to her-prove that I'll always fight for us.         

     



 

"Ah … well, if you want my advice, which trust me you do, you need to do  something big-romantic gesture big!" Her hands expand in front of her.  "Big!" she exclaims with a snarky laugh.

"You're right. That's exactly what I'm going to do." I smile and round  her desk, wrapping my arms around her. "I had no idea being home would  feel this good. I would've been home a lot sooner."

"Well, better late than never." She smiles sincerely. "Now … get going. You have a lot of work to do."

I shake my head with a laugh as I head out the door. "Yes, ma'am."





ASPEN



"Cheers to our last final!" I say way too loud, but Kendall and Ellie raise their glasses and clink theirs with mine.

We all throw our heads back and down the shot. I cough as the alcohol  burns down my throat, but I can't even find the means to care. Today was  the last day of finals, which means a whole summer to start fresh.  Seeing Morgan in class twice a week has been torture, but I got through  it. My heart may have been wrecked, my mind a clusterfuck, and my body  weak from sleepless nights, but I made it through.

I've introduced Ellie to Kendall and Zoe, knowing she'd make a great  addition to our single ladies group. Basically, it's a nice way of  saying how sad and pathetic we all feel. But Jack Daniels never fails to  please us.

"Philosophy was a fucking bitch," Kendall exclaims.

"I told you showing up would earn you at least a B. How hard can that be?" I sip on my Jack and Diet Coke.

"Because, apparently, showing up is one thing, but snoring during class is a huge no-no."

Ellie snorts, nearly spewing alcohol out of her nose. Laughter fills the  air between us and soon, Zoe walks over, telling us she's cutting us  all off.

"Ugh, you can't do that!" I whine. "This is a celebration!"

"I think you've celebrated enough." She deadpans. "I'll call you ladies a cab."

"Don't be a stick in the mud!" Kendall pouts, clinging to Zoe's arm.  "I'll find a really cute guy and bring him home for you. You've been low  on the D for a while."

"Oh, that usually cheers me right up," Ellie adds, making us all laugh at Zoe again.

"I need a new job," Zoe groans, ringing up our tab and telling us to wrap it up so she can call a car for us.

"Speaking of job," Ellie slurs. "Any chance they're hiring where you two work?"

"I can ask Ms. J. What kind of job are you looking for?"

"One that pays." She snorts.

"I'll see what I can do," I offer with a smile.

After we pay our tabs, I take one last drink before grabbing my clutch  and heading out. Our cab is already waiting for us, and since tomorrow's  the first official day of summer, I offer to let Ellie crash at my  place, which is a true testament of how far I've come these last few  weeks. After reading Ari's old notebooks and my time with Morgan-as  short lived as it was-has really put me through a spin cycle of  devastation and then recovery. Using the information of Ari's past has  given me a sense of closure, as devastating as it was to read.

Morgan's helped me more in these past few months than years of  counseling did. I never thought I was capable of giving part of me to  another person, but he's proof that I can.





"Jesus, Aspen. It's like a museum in here." Ellie walks down the hall, studying all the pieces I have hanging on the walls.

"Oh, I have a lot more. I just hung up my favorite ones." I grab an  extra blanket and pillow from my room and bring it out to the couch for  her. "Sorry I don't have an extra bed. The couch is pretty comfortable,  though."

"Oh, it's fine," she says spinning around and walking back toward the living room. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"Anytime." I smile internally at how easy that comes out. A few months  ago, having someone stay here, in my personal space and surrounded by  all my art pieces, would've given me an anxiety attack. However, the  thought of people seeing and asking about them doesn't freak me out as  much anymore.