His fiancée, Madeline was giving a lecture at the university and he encouraged his students to attend. He hoped that one in particular would attend. Yesterday, he had approached her about it. She was leaning against a tree, gazing off in the distance when he joined her.
She started when she turned and saw him standing there. A guarded expression came over her face. She always seemed so reserved around him. He couldn’t get her to open up. Sometimes he got the impression that life was hard for her. He wanted to know so much more about her. She intrigued him—more than he cared to admit. Even now, he realized that being alone with her like this wasn’t a good idea. He couldn’t stop staring at her. She wasn’t beautiful or even pretty but her face beguiled him. Long after he dismissed the class and she had walked out of the classroom, an image of her face would linger. He found himself thinking about her constantly and feeling guilty about it because of Madeline.
“I’m sorry, Marcy. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
The expression on her face was a mixture of shyness and apprehension, though why the latter, he wasn’t sure. She had nothing to fear from him or did she?
“It’s all right, Professor Bonneville,” she said. “You didn’t startle me.”
When he realized that he was staring at her, he shifted his gaze to the scene before them. “This is one of the reasons why I chose to teach here at King’s College. During my breaks I love to come here and relax by the River Cam.”
She followed his gaze. “Yes, I like to come here too in between classes and watch the students punt. Sometimes I have my lunch here under this tree.”
He found himself wanting to be here when she was. There’s wasn’t anything wrong with them spending time together here in the open, was there? He forced himself to focus on the reason he had approached her. “I have to leave shortly,” he informed her. “But before I do, I was wondering if you have decided if you’re going to come to the lecture tomorrow evening.”
She hesitated for a moment as if weighing the decision in her mind. “Yes, I’ll come. The topic, Endangered Speeches, sounds very interesting and I’ve heard that Madeline Haigh is an exceptional speaker.”
He smiled. “Yes, she is. Well, I’m delighted to hear that you’re coming. Are you coming alone?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow evening, then.”
“Yes, Professor Bonneville.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to say, “Please call me, Leighton,” instead, he said, “Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”
He turned and walked away.
The following evening came and he stood in the Great Hall talking to different people but his eyes were constantly moving to the doors as students filed in. He really hoped she would come. He glanced at his watch. In fifteen minutes the lecture would start.
“What a great turnout,” Madeline commented, sounding quite pleased. “You did a remarkable job getting the students to come. I should hire you to be my PR person.”
He glanced down at her. “I think your reputation as a great speaker had something to do with it,” he remarked with a smile before turning his attention back to the doors. Where was she? And then, he saw her. His countenance brightened. “Excuse me,” he said to Madeline before he hurried over to where she stood just beside one of the doors as if trying to decide where she was going to sit. “I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming,” he said.
“I had to wait a while for the bus,” she explained, sounding apologetic. “I was worried that I would be late.”
“You made it just in time,” he assured her. “Where would you like to sit? Perhaps closer to the front?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to sit closer to the front. Here’s fine.” She removed her jacket and spread it over the back of the seat. Their eyes met and held before she lowered hers.
“Don’t leave after the lecture is over,” he said. “There will be a light reception afterwards.”
“All right, Professor Bonneville.”
He excused himself and left. Her being there meant more to him that it should have.
Marcy sat down and watched him as he made his way to where the speaker was. He was the real reason why she came this evening. Granted the topic sounded very interesting and she did hear great things about the speaker but she came because of him. It was foolish to be in love with a man who was not only your professor but engaged as well. She knew that Madeline Haigh was his fiancée. Like him, she came from an elite and upper-class family.
They met a couple of years ago at Wimbledon through a mutual friend. They have been together since. It was at the beginning of this year when they announced their engagement. It was all over social media. Everyone was thrilled, except her. Before she enrolled in his class this semester, she used to see him around campus and admire him from afar. He was the youngest of the professors at the university and extremely handsome.
It was hard being around him because of her feelings. She couldn’t be sure if he was aware of them. She tried to hide them as best as she could. There were times, like yesterday, when she sensed that there was something between them but always ended up dismissing it as wishful thinking. And yet…The lecture began and she tried to concentrate on it.
After it was over, everyone filed out. Many stayed for the reception. She stood there by the door and waited for Professor Bonneville. He went over, accompanied by Madeline. He introduced them. “Madeline, this is Marcy Williams. Miss Williams is one of my top students.”
Madeline shook her hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” she said. “Leighton has told me so much about you. I suspect that you’re the teacher’s pet.”
Marcy didn’t quite know what to say. She was surprised to learn that Professor Bonneville had even mentioned her to his fiancée, much less that she had been the subject of many conversations. She looked at him and found him looking at her, his expression inscrutable.
“I think you’re embarrassing her,” he said to Madeline. “Why don’t we go and have some refreshments now?”
They left the hall and went to area where the refreshments were. While Madeline chatted with the students and faculty, Professor Bonneville stood next to Marcy who felt really out of place. She wasn’t keen on social gatherings. She planned on leaving in half-hour.
“Are you glad you came?” he asked her.
“I’m glad you did too,” he said. “Do you live far from here?”
“It takes me half hour to get here.”
“May I give you a lift home?”
She looked him. “If it isn’t too much trouble.”
“Thank you, Professor Bonneville.”
“Please call me, Leighton…Marcy.”
The way he said her name made her pulse race. “Thank you, Leighton…” Their eyes were locked in a steady gaze. Surprisingly, no one else seemed to notice.
Hearing her say his name thrilled him and made his heart beat faster. It was no use denying it. He was deeply attracted to her. Right now, he wished that they were somewhere else, alone. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he heard himself ask.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Are you busy tomorrow evening?” Tomorrow was Saturday.
Again she shook her head. “No.” Her heart was pounding now as she wondered about him asking all of these questions.
“Do you like classical music?”
“There’s a Vivaldi Four Seasons concert at the St Martin-in-the-Fields Church. I thought you might be interested in going.”
“What-what about Miss Haigh?”
“Madeline won’t mind,” he said. “She’s flying to New York in the morning but she gave me the tickets and told me I can take whomever I liked. I’d like to take you, Marcy.”
There wasn’t anything wrong with them going to a concert together, was there? Besides, wasn’t being with him what she wanted? “I’ve never been to a live concert before,” she said.
“Trust me, you’re going to enjoy this one.”
“What are the two of you conspiring over here?” Madeline inquired as she joined them.
Professor Bonneville turned to her. “I just invited Miss Williams to go to the Vivaldi Concert with me.”
“Oh, Leighton, why don’t you call her by her first name? Miss Williams sounds too formal. I’m sorry I can’t go with you to the concert. At least you won’t be going alone. Marcy, I’m sure you will enjoy it. It’s Vivaldi, if you like his music and being held in the beautiful and historic Church of St Martin-in-the-Fields where my parents got married. Are you ready to leave?” she asked her fiance. “It’s getting late and I have an early flight in the morning.”
“Yes. Oh, I hope you don’t mind, but I offered Marcy a lift home.”
“That’s fine,” Madeline said. She waved good night to the people still milling about before heading towards the entrance with Professor Bonneville and Marcy following. It was a bit cold but thankfully, the car was parked very close. After he held the door open for Madeline to get in, he opened the passenger door for Marcy. She caught a whiff of his aftershave as she moved past him to get into the car.
She fastened her seat belt, thankful for the lift and the heat that soon filled the car. Not much was said on the drive to her flat. Marcy asked her about her field of study and then talked about her trip to New York. She was a guest lecturer at Columbia University. Marcy listened but was thankful when they pulled up outside her flat twenty minutes later. “It was nice meeting you,” she said to Madeline.
Marcy got out of the car, her eyes met Professor Bonneville’s as she passed him. They faced each other on the curb. “Thank you for the lift,” she said to him.
“You’re welcome. Goodnight, Marcy.”
“Goodnight, Professor Bonneville.” She waved before turning and walking up the steps to the entrance. She couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow evening. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. She wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
Leighton watched her until she disappeared inside before shutting the door and walking round to the driver’s side. He was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow evening.
“You know I was quite jealous of Marcy because you spoke so much about her,” Madeline remarked as they drove off. She leaned her head against the back of the seat with her head turned towards him. “but after meeting her this evening, I have no reason to feel threatened by her. She isn’t at all what I expected. For one thing, she’s not very attractive, is she? Although I suppose some men might find her so.”
Leighton glanced at her. “What if I found her attractive?” he asked.
Madeline laughed. “Oh, don’t be absurd, Leighton,” she said. “Why do you think I don’t mind you going to the concert with her? I know that you’re in no danger of falling in love with her.” She laughed again and turned her head to look out the window.
Leighton’s mouth tightened and his eyes glowered behind his glasses. He wished he could wipe that smile off her face. For the rest of the ride, he was quiet. He walked her to the door of her flat but declined to go in. “You have an early flight in the morning, remember?” he reminded her.
“You can spend the night and then we can have breakfast before I head up to the airport,” she suggested, putting her arms around his neck.
He gently disentangled her arms. “You’d better get your rest,” he said. “I’ll see you when you get back. Goodnight.”
She didn’t look at all pleased. “Goodnight,” she said, grudgingly before reaching up to kiss him on the mouth.
He turned and headed down the corridor to the lift. There was a time when he would have gladly spent the night but that was a long time ago and that was before he met Marcy.
The following day went by quickly and soon it was evening. He picked her up outside of her flat promptly at six. It was a pleasant evening. Not cold like the previous one. On the ride over to the concert, they talked about several things. He learned that she was an only child of her parents who lived in Kingston, Jamaica and whom she spoke to as often as possible. She worked part-time to support herself while she studied. This meant that she didn’t have much down time during the week but she made up for that on the weekends.
Madeline was right, she thought when they walked into the church. It was beautiful, especially in the candlelight. They found seats close to the front. She enjoyed the concert so much that she bought the CD which he played in the car on the drive to her flat.
He walked her to her flat and they stood outside the door. “Would you like to come inside?” she asked.
“I really shouldn’t,” he replied.
“You must be hungry and I can fix us something to eat,” she said.
“All right,” he said. He was hungry. He hadn’t eaten since lunch. He wished now that he had thought of taking her to dinner after the concert. It was rather very nice of her to invite him in for a bite to eat. He stepped inside the flat and she closed the door behind him, locking it. It was a small, modest place but very warm and inviting.
“Please make yourself comfortable in the living-room while I get things ready,” she said after she took his jacket.
He went into the living-room which was smaller than his study at home. He went over to the window and looked out. In the far distance, he could see Big Ben. Behind him he heard her in the kitchen getting things ready. He moved away from the window and went over to the sofa. He sat down and stretched his legs in front of him while he looked over the rest of the place. It was impeccably kept. Nothing was out of place. And it was nicely decorated with potted plants, a bookcase, a small desk with a laptop and a handful of watercolor paintings.
She popped her head into the living-room to let him know that dinner was ready. They sat around the small dining-table. Dinner smelled delicious. It was Stew Chicken over rice and peas and served with a tossed salad. It tasted as good as it looked and smelled. Afterwards, they went into the living-room where they had Apple Cider Hot Toddy while watching TV.
Leighton tried to concentrate on the program but it was hard because he wanted to touch her so badly. He turned to look at her. She was staring straight ahead. Unable to resist, he reached out and rubbed the back of his index finger against the side of her neck. She didn’t move away or anything. He watched as she closed her eyes instead as if she was enjoying the caress. He saw her lips part and that was his undoing. He used his other hand to turn her head towards him. She opened her eyes and he saw in them, the desire that was raging inside him. Groaning, his mouth found hers and when she responded, he plundered it hungrily.
As they kissed wildly, passionately, he unbuttoned his shirt and dragged it off, moaning against her lips when he felt her hands on his bare skin. Desire coursed through him like an uncontrollable fire and he knew in that instant that it was over between Madeline and him. When she returned from New York, he was going to break off their engagement. He realized then, too that, in spite of what she said, he was in danger of falling in love with Marcy.