Derek was nonplussed as he saw Emma walk into the class. He shut his eyes for a second, and opened them again; she was actually the one.

“What is the little witch doing here?” He muttered to himself, still looking at her. “Was this fate playing with him?”

The lecturer had stopped teaching when she had stepped into the class, with her head high. Her dress sense, though simple, was attention grabbing enough; the low waist ripped jeans gripped her ass firmly. He could see ...