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"It's not like that," Danielle contested hotly, her cheeks burning inadvertently. "He's really devoted to teaching."
"Sure, sure," Jade reassured her, "we believe you."
"Let us know how "practice" goes," Roxie mused, and they burst into laughter.
Monday's class seemed to go on for hours, even though Danielle's comments about last week's lecture evolved into a full-fledged debate, with Davis playing Devil's Advocate. She had shown up especially early for class, stealing one of the last front-row seats. Every time she spoke, Davis leaned closer to her. At one point, his leg brushed against her knee and ignited her entire body. She kept crossing and uncrossing alternating legs for over two hours as the class-wide discussion went on, fuelled by Danielle's retorts and Davis's prodding. Finally, Davis said his parting words to his students and indicated that their time was up.
Danielle felt the gaze of hundreds of women burning into her as they descended the auditorium stairs to leave. It was as though she had a secret, although nothing had happened between them. She remained idle in her seat, waiting for Davis to finish answering questions. He glanced over her way a few times as though ensuring she hadn't left, smiling each time he caught her eye. Danielle was starting to think there was something to Lexi and Roxie's logic.
When the last of his students left, Danielle still didn't move.
"Those were some very provocative remarks, Danielle," he told her in a low voice, making her shiver suddenly.
"Thanks, Professor," she said.
"You're going to have to start calling me Davis," he warned her with false severity. He nodded his head toward her bag. "Take that, and let's go," he said.
"Where to?" she asked, guessing the Debate room.
"The best place to let the ideas flow," he responded, grabbing the papers off his desk. "My apartment."
Fifteen minutes later, Danielle was still wondering what she was doing with her teacher. They walked up the stairs to the third floor of the building, and she waited as he jingled his keys in the door. She tried to control her breathing. After all, she was doing what her female classmates could only dream of doing while in their beds at night. She couldn't believe she had agreed to come here so easily, without any resistance whatsoever.
"Go ahead," Davis said, holding the front door open for her. She stepped over the threshold and into a completely different world.
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