Page 72 of Emily: Hello Kitten
He chuckles. “That doesn’t make it easier?”
“Having to figure out if something is actually a ‘u’ or a ‘v’ isn’t my idea of a fun read,” I sass. “Ooh,Sherlock. A mystery night.”
“Which is your favorite?” Adrian asks.
“A Study in Scarlet, obviously. It’s the only time his power of deduction is thwarted, and it’s by a woman,” I answer.
“Sounds perfect for you, Emily,” he says. I walk over with the book and pout at him. He shakes his head slowly. “Nope.”
“But Sherlock would sound so much better in your voice,” I say lightly.
He sighs, then reaches out to catch me and puts me on his lap. “We’ll see. I expect you to be an excellent Watson.”
I kiss his cheek, almost open the book like our normal routine, then remember my sister is here and currently watching us like ahawk. I clear my throat and stroke over the fancy cover. “Are you just going to watch us, Sarah?”
“Watch, maybe ask some questions,” she says, clearly still annoyed. “Like when is our food going to be here?”
Adrian checks his phone. “Thirty minutes. Feel free to ask anything.”
“Would you still be together if you had met on the first day of class?” Sarah demands.
“I don’t date students,” Adrian replies sharply. “No matter how beautiful, intelligent, analytical, or how well they write. So, no.”
I gape at him. “Rude.”
“You wouldn’t have tried to seduce me. Remember how you looked at me that first day?” he asks.
“Well, yeah, I guess. But maybe, once I graduated,” I mumble as my cheeks flush.
He chuckles and rubs my back. “Thank you for sparing my ego.”
“I don’t spare anything. It’s true. Half of your students are in love with you,” I huff.
“Is that so?” Sarah butts in again, and I wonder if I should’ve kept that for myself.
“I’ve been propositioned for better grades, but I think those are students who have watched too much porn or read the wrong books.” Adrian laughs. “Grades are final. Even ifsome peoplewant worse grades.”
“It proved you weren’t playing favorites,” I defend.
“Uh-huh,” he grunts.
Sarah looks between us, her fingers tapping impatiently on her leg. “What is my sister’s favorite color?”
I sigh.
“It changes regularly. I can tell by what pen she’s using. Lately, it’s red,” he answers, and I blink at him. How did he notice that?
Sarah keeps trying to get him to slip up, basically interrogating my boyfriend. She huffs and leans back. Adrian doesn’t know everything about me but bounces me on my lap when he doesn’t know the answer, saying we need to have a date where we just ask each other questions.
When the food gets here, I start to go to the door, but Adrian catches me, making me squeal and giggle. He sets me to the side. “Let me be the gentleman.”
“Come on. No way would this give us away,” I say with a pout.
“Go entertain your sister. We don’t want her bored, and you’re better with guests,” he advises.
“A please would be nice,” I tease.
“As if I don’t say please when it matters,” he whispers.
