*note: this is my first shot at writing so please go easy on the comments, hope you like the first glimpse of Kathy and Brandon's story. Enjoy!*
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"Miss Grey!"
My head jerked up from the notebook I was doodling in, writing my name over and over in curvy fonts.
A jolt ran through me and my eyes darted around. Crap. The whole class was staring at me. Then my gaze landed on the source of the interruption. Stormy grey-ish blue eyes stared back at me. Fuck, looks like I am the interruption. I gulped. Dazzled and terrified at once.
"Well?" He prompted, raising a thick, perfectly arched brow, his deep voice loud and clear and more than a little arrogant.
I licked my dry lips and tried to form a coherent sentence.
"I'm sorry, what..what was the question?" I stammered softly.
Could I sound more thick? It was those eyes, I couldn't even look into them directly, it was like they could see right through me.
He leaned back on his desk gracefully, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Damn, the man was a fine site. With short, almost black hair, piercing eyes and a lean, muscular body like that. I could just spread him on a cracker.
"Am I boring you, Miss Grey?" He narrowed his eyes. His hard jaw settled.
Shit.
I blinked and tried to shift focus from his body to his pissed off gaze.
"No. Of-of course not. I'm just, uh.." I trailed off, heat spreading over my cheeks. Damn it. I glanced around.
I've never been afraid of my professors before, always had a good rapport with them. Even the grumpy ones. So it was uncharacteristic of me to balk in front of a classroom full of people for being picked on by a teacher. Well, a hot, young, intimidating, distractingly sexy...did I mention hot?
All the girls sitting in the room were practically drooling over their desks, especially Diana Simons, the busty brunette sitting at the front, looking like she wanted to eat him alive. Even the guys seemed almost captivated by him. I couldn't blame them, I was trying very hard not to stare too openly, hence the doodling. And he had to pick on me. Great.
I looked back up at him, trying not to look away from his powerful gaze, "I'm sorry, Professor. I'll pay attention now."
My voice was steadier than my head, which was in a turmoil.
He held my gaze for a few more seconds, eyes stormy but unreadable from where I was sitting at the back of the room, before he turned around and continued his speech which had something to do with modern architecture and the second world war. I think.
If someone told me a few months ago that Brandon Chase was teaching architecture at Columbia, I would have laughed. Even though its just one semester-- whatever's left of it, that is-- which includes four seminars, Brandon Chase is not the kind of person you'd find teaching. And he was doing a pretty good job too. His easy grace and powerful presence capturing everyone's attention. Except mine, apparently.
He's the rich, spoilt, son of famous mogul, Harold Chase, who passed away four years ago. Since then, Brandon has been running his father's business.
The most eligible bachelor of New York, the enigmatic CEO, was standing in front of the class ranting about architecture.
And he just looked at me like I was any other student. The bastard had been best friends with my older brother since kindergarten and he doesn't even recognize me? To top it off, he'd picked on me. The initial pang of hurt was replaced by fury.
After the seminar, I gather my books and storm out of the classroom.
Brandon Chase could kiss my ass. I wasn't Katrina or Kathy Grey anymore. I was Katherine. The new, cool, composed Katherine. I had escaped the ghosts of my past. Brandon Chase just reminded me of them, I so did not need drama in my life right now.
I started at Columbia a few months ago. So far, I was loving it. The campus was beautiful, the people were nice, kept to themselves, and I'd found a perfect apartment with an amazing roommate. I was falling in love with New York.
"Hey, Kathy! Wait up!" A female voice called behind me as I rushed out of the classroom. So much for not being Kathy anymore.
I whirled to find my short, adorable roommate jogging to catch up with me.
Nikki Greene, my roommate, was a student at Columbia too. She was about five feet tall with a slim but curvy figure and shoulder length blonde hair. But her best feature were her huge, chocolate brown eyes. It would melt the coldest person's heart.
"Hey Nik," I gave her a small smile as she caught up with me and we started walking out of campus.
