Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

It was relief that flooded over her when the pair of men finally left. Alyssa was certain she couldn't afford to put another foot wrong with Professor Locke and yet everytime they seemed to interact of late she ended up putting her foot in her mouth. That was all well and good, except once again she was the bottom of that barrel and he held all the power. She sighed as she began to clear up after them. However, when she picked up Professor Locke's plate she was shocked to see a twenty dollar bill. Another then another and another two more after that. A hundred bucks? Alyssa stared at the twenties in her hand for a long moment. Was this a joke? . . . Her confusion slowly turned into anger. How dare he?! She was utterly insulted! And once again, for the rest of that weekend found herself fixated on Dr Locke and his motivations. What should she do? She wanted to confront him. However, after her last confrontation Alyssa wasn't quite sure that that was a great idea. Yet, she couldn't let him get away with this?! She told Nina about the money. Girl are you crazy? Her friend replied. If a man is tipping you a 100, you don't complain about it, you find out how you get your hands on more of that. Nina declared. Alyssa pouted. Nina was her oldest and closest friend and though their careers were headed in different directions they always had each other. Hell! Nina had moved all the way out here with her when she'd moved from New York to study. As Nina had put it, She could strip in any state. Which turns out was true. Listen to me Alyssa, you crazy if you confront that man. Anyways girl, there's only one reason a man tips a girl that big. Nina winked. Believe me, I know, this is what I do. I think that's hardly the case here. Alyssa rolled her eyes. The man practically despises me. Yeah but that's not what I'm hearing you saying. All you've talked about this week is this mysterious Professor Locke. Argh! That's because he's-he's . . . What? Nothing! Alyssa stormed off to her room, Nina's laughter following her. Some friend you are! She called out as she left. Girl! I'm right and you know it! Hey! I'm going to work now, have pancakes and breakfast ready for me in the morning! A restless night followed. Should she? Shouldn't she? Monday seemed longer than the night before. Her Math class with Professor Locke was the last class of the day and the hours seemed to be dragging and yet when it was finally time for his class, that hour seemed to zoom by. Even during the lecture Alyssa debated with herself whether or not to broach the subject. But she felt it was completely disrespectful on his part, in fact, she surmised, it was a way for him to put her in her place. And that, she would not tolerate. She waited for the class to empty before she made her way down the stairs towards him. Taking a deep breath, she gazed at his broad shoulders as his back was to her. She definitely preferred him in casual wear she decided before telling herself to focus. Professor Locke? She approached him. I wanted a word . . . I'm glad you enjoyed your meal but frankly . . . She grabbed his hand and placed the five twenty dollar bills in his enormous palms. I'm insulted. And I wish you'd refrain from such gestures in the future. The lunch was on me. I maybe . . . less well off than you but I have my dignity and certainly my respect. I DON'T need your money. Pulling her hand away. And for your information Sir , the usual tip amount is 15 to 20 percent of the untaxed bill NOT 15 to 20 percent of all tax paid in Romania or Uzbekistan or somewhere! As she went on she was getting worked up without realising it. Do you enjoy this or are you just trying your hardest to insult and annoy me?