An Angel for Ms. Right by Lenise Lee Page A

not the usual look that she would go for on a guy, but on him it definitely had a sexy appeal and seemed to bring out the strong angular cut of his face.
    “Actually, I did have a question.”
    His brow furrowed and he seemed to be trying to find the right words. He took a deep breath and sucked in his lower lip. At that moment, Denise wished she could taste that lip.
    “Would you go out with me?”
    Once again, Denise felt herself rocking on the ball of her feet but was able to catch herself before she pivoted too far back and needed another rescue.
    He must have seen the look of confusion on her face because he quickly continued without being prompted.
    “Wait, before you think that I am some kind of stalker or weirdo. It’s not what you think. I mean, I don’t think I phrased that correctly.”
    Of course not , she thought, no guy this gorgeous would ask me out without there being some hidden agenda .
    She took a quick scan over him again. He was probably around the same age as her – twenty-three – but the similarities ended there. Black tee that hugged that wonderful chest she had experienced only a moment ago. Loose fitting dark blue jeans hung perfectly around his hips. A pair of black oxford shoes rounded out the look. He stood well over six feet and had a solid look that confirmed he must work out on the regular. She, on the other hand, had only barely made it to the 8 AM lecture and was donned in a pair of grey sweatpants and long sleeve grey tee, white sneaks. She had only enough time to comb her chestnut brown hair that hung slightly pass her shoulders into a single pony tail at the base of her lean neck before breaking into a fast run across the campus to be seated only moments before Professor Peterson began his morning tirade.
    Denise took another mental comparison between the immaculate man that stood before her and her own sloppy image and instantly concluded that he wanted something from her. He probably wanted to copy her lecture notes. It was no secret that she currently held the highest average in this course and he would not be the first to attempt to convince her to do their work in exchange for some type of compensation. The first year of law school was brutal and most students did not finish out the entire year before moving on to another course of study. The class she entered with the preceding fall was a total of 200 and had now dwindled to less than 100 during the middle of the spring semester.
    “What did you mean?” she heard the defensive tone in her voice.
    Pretty eyes still held a tight wrinkle in his brow and the squinting of his eyes indicated he had taken note of the change in her mannerism as well.
    “I wanted to ask if you would help me out with this class,” he nearly whispered as he watched her intensely for her reaction.
    Ha! I knew it , she smiled in her mind as she mentally congratulated herself on her logical deduction.
    She placed her hand on her hip, “Look, um, what did you say your name was?”
    “I didn’t. I’m Adam Aggeliki,” he said as he extended a large hand toward her.
    Slowly, Denise allowed her own to be enveloped by his firm grasped and felt a warm sensation blanket her mocha tinted skin. Her lashes fluttered and the pair locked eyes once more. Realizing that he was probably purposefully using his strong masculinity to win her over, she quickly recovered her hand and then spun around on her heels to move toward the exit door to the left of the lecture hall.
    “Look, Adam Ag-Ag-”
    “Aggeliki. It’s Greek.”
    “Yeah,” Denise called over her shoulder, “That’s nice. I don’t cheat and I don’t do people’s homework, okay? So, I guess that answers any other questions you may have. Bye.”
    Confident she had made her point, Denise quickly pushed through the door and into the bright sunshine. Her mission was to forget her problems at home, forget she was stressed to the point of tears over her studies, and most definitely forget Mr.