Excerpt from: Professor Jewel does British Professor Stone
“Let me get this straight, Professor Jewel. A beautiful woman like you with brains and personality didn’t have somewhere to go or someone to be with on Thanksgiving? I understand why that’s the case with me, but with you?” Emerson Stone asked Dolly as they both showed up at the Faculty Dining Club on Thanksgiving, the club filled with professors and deans with their families, and each asked, “Do you have a single table?”
“Might seem strange, but it’s true, Professor Stone.”
“Emerson, please. I’m actually just listed as a visiting scholar this semester, not a professor.” Dolly smiled at the handsome modern historian with the aristocratic British accent whom she’d met on the university running and jogging path that fall.
“Okay, Emerson, but you have to stop calling me Professor Jewel and call me Dolly. And the reason you have no place to go for Thanksgiving is, what again?” Emerson had held back from flirting, as he had casually gotten to know Dolly during the semester. She was a tenured professor in the business school, had the busiest schedule of speaking engagements in major cities up and down the East Coast and sometimes beyond, and also had a body that any coed would envy.
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