“I think a quick course will be exciting,” I say instead.

Thankfully, he simply grins, nodding lightly. “I have no doubt it will be.”

Together, we go back to eating our sushi, and when I leave, his focus falls to my car.

Creases form along his forehead and he rubs his lips together. “This is your new car.”

I smile at the candy red paint, running my fingers along the glossy hood, up and over the windshield. I lift the top down so the crisp leather can get acquainted with the sun.

“What do you think?”

“When did you buy this?” he asks, rather than answering.

I turn to face him again. “Yesterday, when I left here actually.”

His eyes still on the vehicle, he gives a slow nod, but when he looks up at me, he smiles. “I should get back to work. You’ll make it home okay?”

“I will.” Eventually. I open the door, sticking one heel in as I look over at him. “See you next Sunday.”

The grin on his face answers yes, but the look in his eye says something different.

Only I’m not sure what it is.

Chapter 14

Fifteen minutes before the lunch bell is set to ring, my teacher instructs me to grab my things, and sends me to the office with a pink slip in hand.

I figure it’s the boys being silly, but as I round the hall, my foot nearly freezes in the air at the sight in front of me.

Sandy blond hair, perfectly parted, trimmed and tame. A devilish black suit and skillful chuckle.

What the—

I’m cut from my own thought as he spins, spotting me in the doorway.

I smile, maybe too wide, but Anthony smiles back.

“Hi.”

“Hi. I thought I would surprise you.”

“I... mission accomplished.” Smile.

He reaches back, grabbing his jacket from the edge of the counter, and nods at the administrative assistant, who excuses herself.

“I owe you a meal on the yacht. It’s still off-campus lunch like it was when I was here, right?”

The curl of my lip takes a little less effort this time. “I don’t know, that was a really long time ago.”

He chuckles, slipping closer. As he does, his eyes lower and they take a long time to come back up.

Yeah, the girl he’s looking at isn’t the same one who visits him on Sundays.

My skirt doesn’t reach just above the knee, and I’m not wearing nylons or blazer or a crew cut top.

My heels are dipped in rose gold glitter, my top a draped crop cami and my skirt leather. My hair isn’t curled but silk straight and parted down the middle. The large hoops in my ears match my shoes and my eye makeup is heavy.

Basically, I look like a basketball wife, a far cry from the duchess he signed on for.