Chapter 8
“I see,” Clark said.
“So, it’s nothing against you is what I’m saying,” Jeffrey said. “We all know you’re mad hot with skills, boss.” Jeffrey grinned, and Clark smiled back, genuinely appreciative of the attempt to make him feel better.
“Thanks, Jeffrey. And thanks for the drawing, too. Now get out of here and get some sleep.”
Jeffrey made a scoffing sound. “I think you mean, ‘get some real work done.’ Still doing that oversized canvas thing, and it’s kicking my ass.”
“Kick it back, Jeffrey, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sure thing.” Jeffrey vanished, and Clark settled back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
Professor Daniel Germain. Does a great impression of an iceberg and has something against being seduced. Or hit on. Both? He seemed to like it just fine when he was tracing my hand.