Her face grew pained. “Unless you decide you don’t want that.

Or you don’t want that with me.”

“Of course I want you.” The intensity of his voice matched his

eyes. “I’d like to make promises to you. But I want us to wait a little before we have that conversation. Does that trouble you?” He reached out a finger to toy with the diamond in her ear.

Julia didn’t need a narrator to understand what his physical ges-

ture meant. “No.”

“I don’t want you to think that any hesitation on my part is due

to lack of feeling.” Gabriel gave voice to her unspoken fear.

“I’m yours. All of me. And I’m so glad we won’t be apart next

year. The thought of losing you was torturous.”

He nodded as if he understood.

“Now come here, Julia, so I can worship you.”

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“Miss Mitchell.” The tall, dark-haired woman in the power suit strolled into the corner office, shook Julia’s hand, and sat behind her large desk.

Miss Soraya Harandi was of Iranian descent, with light, unfreck-

led skin and cascades of blue-black hair. Her mouth was wide and

full, and her dark eyes sparkled. She was not necessarily beautiful, but she was striking, and Julia could not help but stare.

Soraya chuckled.

Julia immediately looked down at her book bag and began to

fidget with it.

“Now that’s something you cannot do in front of the Dean. No

matter what he says or does, you cannot look away. It makes you look guilty and weak.” Soraya softened her criticism with a smile. “Law is as much about psychology as it is about precedent. Now, why don’t

you tell me what led up to the Dean’s letter?”

Julia took a deep breath and told her story, beginning when she

was seventeen and ending with the letter from the Dean’s office. She only left out a few details.

Soraya listened carefully, jotting down notes on her laptop and

nodding on occasion. When Julia finished, Soraya was quiet for a

moment.

“That’s quite a story. Since the Dean hasn’t disclosed what the

complaint is about, let’s not assume it’s about your boyfriend. Although we should prepare for that scenario. Was your relationship

with Professor Emerson absolutely consensual?”

“Of course.”

Sylvain Reynard

“Have you ever had a sexual relationship with one of your profes-

sors or teaching assistants before?”

“No.”

“Is it possible he seduced you solely for his own amusement?”

“Of course not. Gabriel loves me.”

Soraya appeared relieved. “Good. Well, good for you personally,

not so good depending on the complaint.”

“What do you mean?”

“If your relationship was consensual, then the university can

pursue disciplinary action against both of you. If you were a victim, then they’ll only pursue him.”

“I am not a victim. We are in a relationship, and we waited until after the semester was over before we became involved.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Julia was incredulous. “Excuse me?”

“According to your story, you had an amorous relationship with

him beginning around the end of October. You waited until after

the semester was over to sleep with him. But given the way the non-fraternization policy is written, you violated it. Who knows about your relationship?”

“His family. My father. That’s it.”

“What about the student who accused your boyfriend of sexual

harassment?”

Julia gritted her teeth. “I don’t know what she knows. But she

hates me.”

Soraya tapped her chin with her pen. “If you were accused of

violating the non-fraternization policy, what kind of evidence, other than your testimony, could you offer for the fact that you weren’t having a sexual relationship with him while you were his student?”

“Why would you think the complaint has to do with Gabriel?

The academic conduct policy covers things like plagiarism.”

“I’ve met Dean Aras. He doesn’t waste his precious time with

plagiarism cases.”

Julia sat back in her chair. “Oh my God.”

“Let’s hope someone is accusing you of a minor academic offense

and that Dean Aras is simply taking a personal interest in your case.

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But just in case, what kind of evidence can you offer to prove you weren’t trading sex for grades?”

Julia flushed deeply. “Um, there is something.”

“What is it?”

“I was a virgin before we went to Italy.”

Soraya stared at her as if she was a mythical creature, such as,

say, a heterosexual man who knew the difference between Manolo

Blahniks and Christian Louboutins.

“Do you have medical proof of that? Such as a doctor’s note?”

Julia squirmed. “No.”

“Then there’s no point in bringing it up. Did anyone from the

university see you and Gabriel together during the semester?”

“Not as far as I know. Although we went to a dance club with

his sister back in September.”

Soraya pursed her lips. “Bringing up the fact that you are a friend of his family is not a good idea. It establishes a possible conflict of interest. And being seen in his company in a public venue was not an intelligent choice, Miss Mitchell. But frankly, he bears more blame than you because he should have known better.

“Since we don’t know the nature of the complaint, our strategy

should be to gather as much information as possible from the meeting while giving nothing away. That will buy us time to prepare for any disciplinary proceedings, should they arise. Hopefully, they won’t.

“At the meeting with the Dean, I will speak for you. Since they

haven’t disclosed the nature of the complaint, it’s possible that the complaint is specious and that they know this. We won’t add fuel

to their funeral pyre.”

Soraya looked at Julia’s downcast face and frowned. “You have

to have confidence. You have to believe that the complaint is frivolous and that you’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve had dealings with

the university’s judiciary before, and I was fairly successful. I will be successful with your case too.”

Julia took small comfort in Soraya’s confidence, but some comfort

was better than nothing.

“In the meantime, I would like a list of anyone who might have

filed a complaint against you and why, and a detailed account of all your interactions with Miss Peterson. I’ll have one of my assistants 171

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perform some background checks. I’ll also place a call to a contact of mine at the university and see what I can find out.

“Until this matter is settled, you and Professor Emerson need to

cool it. Don’t be seen in public together. Don’t talk to him about what you and I discuss. If the complaint is about fraternization, he will have his own counsel, who will look after his interests. I don’t want my defense of you compromised by your pillow talk.”

Julia’s eyes flashed with a momentary heat. “Gabriel is much more

than just a boyfriend. If I’m in danger so is he. Our relationship was consensual, and I have no interest in being defended at his expense.

Any blame we have is equal between us.”

Soraya gazed at Julia curiously.

“Are you sure that’s his position? You told my secretary that John Green is Gabriel’s attorney. Why isn’t John representing you, if you and Gabriel are determined to show a united front?”

Julia opened her mouth to form an answer, but none occurred

to her.

Soraya smiled sympathetically. “Listen, you aren’t the first student to find herself in this situation. I’m sure it’s upsetting and confusing.

But you need to realize that if the complaint against you and your boyfriend escalates, it’s quite possible he will break things off with you in order to protect his job. You need to prepare yourself in case he decides to throw you to the wolves.”

“He would never do that. He loves me. We’re talking about mov-

ing in together. And — other things.”

Soraya gave her a condescending look. “Love can be easily killed,

especially by unemployment. But let’s take things one step at a time.

“Gabriel has sent over a retainer, which I will return. I think it’s best for me to represent you pro bono.”

Julia nodded uncomfortably. She had forgotten about the legal

fees. “I will pay you, but it might take some time…”

“The point of taking a case for the good is so one can further the good. I don’t see much good coming out of taking your money.

You should be spending it on text books and moving expenses to

Massachusetts.”

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be one of the few pleasures I’ve had recently. I should be paying you for the privilege.”

P

Later that evening Julia was curled up into a ball, trying to sleep in Gabriel’s bed. He was in his study, furiously researching all the university policies that applied to graduate students, trying to figure out what had possibly come to the attention of the Dean.

The thought of Gabriel having to do that for her — the thought

of his career possibly being threatened because of her, combined