Free The Ivy League by Ruby Parker Page A

to hear all the details of how Sara dreamed about him every night.  
    “Sara,” Krista said, her face suddenly dropping into seriousness, “you have to tell Madame Gwen about this.”
    “No,” Sara said, shaking her head as she leaned away from Krista, “I’m just going to ignore the situation until I’m out of his class.”
    “ You really have to tell her,” Krista said, “If word got out, things could go very badly for you.”
    “What’s the worst that could happen? ” Sara said, stirring at the cup of coffee she had been nursing.
    “ Madame Gwen depends on discretion,” Krista said, “and trust me, you do not want to get on her bad side.”

Chapter Twenty Two
     
     
    It was taking everything Sara had to keep her heart in her chest where it belonged. Now that she knew how she felt about him, it was even harder to concentrate around him.  She would have to talk to him when class was over.  She was getting nowhere reading her textbook and reviewing the few notes she managed to get down on paper.  She was going to need some serious tutoring to pass Mr. Banks’ class.  It had taken her an entire hour and multiple outfit changes to find something she felt looked good.
    She anxiously approached him when the other students began to file out of the room.  Her fingers fidgeted with a low hanging curl as she opened her mouth to speak to him.
    “Ms. Weiss,” he said, stopping her words short without even glancing up at her, “if you need something, you can seek me out at office hours.”
    “I have classes during your office hours,” Sara said, swallowing her anxiety.  She could feel his presence weighing on her.  She tried to shrug it off, but it fell even heavier on her as their eyes locked.  Staring so helplessly up at his intense grey eyes brought back memories of their night together and her stomach turned. 
    “Y ou can email me,” he said, picking up his briefcase and preparing to leave.  He couldn’t bear to be in the room alone with her.  Having to lecture in front of her for an hour was bad enough.  All he wanted to do was bend her over his desk.
    “Please ,” Sara said, grabbing at his elbow to stop him from leaving, “I need help.”
    “Sara,” he said, his voice dipping low.  He pulled his arm back from her.  “I can’t…”
    “Look,” she said, “I need to pass this class…”
    Her words trailed off, but he saw the fear in her eyes.  She was on the brink of tears, fearful of loosing the most important thing in her life.
    “I can’t give you any preferential treatment…”
    “I kn ow,” Sara said, hope rising in her voice.  “I just want you to tutor me.  Help me get some of the concepts I’m missing. I need to do good on this next test.”
    He knew this was going to be a very bad idea, bit he had a duty as a teacher to help her.  He couldn’t let his personal hang ups get in the way of being a good teacher.  This was his passion in life, and he simply didn’t have it in him to turn away a student asking for help. 
    “Come to my office this evening,” he said, “I can make some time to see you.  Have a list of questions prepared.  I take most of my questions from the end of the chapters.”
    “I can’t tonight ,” Sara said sheepishly.  She felt bad being such an inconvenience to him.  He was clearly far busier than her, and if he was willing to schedule some time for her, she should be able to take it.  But she had already made a commitment, and she couldn’t break it.
    “A night class?” he asked, his brow arched in curiosity. 
    “No,” Sara said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.  “It’s um…well, I have a date.”
    The words hit him in the chest like a jackhammer.  The thought never would have crossed his mind, but she was a very beautiful woman and he shouldn’t be surprised that she would have guys after her. 
    “A date,” he said, trying his hardest to sound nonchalant.  He knew he shouldn’t say anything, should