Carrie licked her lips nervously, straightened her top and knocked lightly on the door. She waited for a response, but she couldnt hear anything – had she knocked hard enough or was he just busy? If she knocked again and he had heard her the first time but ignored it then wouldnt he get really annoyed? She paused for a few seconds more, then took her courage in both hands and rapped sharply on the door.
"Come!" said a deep voice inside the room and she opened the door and went in.
A slightly shabby man with grizzled hair sat at a large desk with his back to her, typing something on an ancient computer.
"Can you bear with me a moment?" he asked, "Im just in the middle of something."
"Of course," said Carrie and stood, fidgeting just inside the doorway.
He finished typing with a flourish and turned round to look at her. She was a pretty girl, fairly young looking for a first year undergraduate, with long, light brown hair and big hazel eyes. She was obviously nervous because she kept licking her lips.
"How very distracting," he thought, trying to concentrate on her eyes, even though his gaze was more often drawn to her pointed, pink tongue flicking out between her dark red lips.
He sat there and looked at her solemnly as she explained breathlessly about her essay and how much she was struggling to find a suitable title on which she could write 5,000 words.
"Have you thought about examining the use of Gothic imagery in Lady Audley compared to the pastoral in Eliot or Hardy?" He asked, trying to concentrate on what she was saying.
He was nearly 54 and hed been dealing with nubile undergraduates, mostly female, for going on 30 years. On the whole he was uninterested in them; a silly bunch of little girls wasting their parents money for 3 years while they tried to figure out whether to go into P.R. or get married. Every so often, though, there was a girl like this. An earnest, serious little thing who was not only attractive, but would attend ... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
