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Memorable Impressions by Cynthia Conley

Built to Suit by Diana Vega

Crowded by Nellie Cross

The Cougar's Itch by Nicole Bright

First and Three by Janet Bryant

A Divorced Woman Takes Three by Evelyn Hunt

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005915292

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Table of Contents

Professor-nal Rivalry

Another Time - Passion in the Stables

Destined To Meet Again

Hunk on Film - The Chemistry of Passion

Serena Durant's Secret Diary

Memorable Impressions

Built to Suit

Crowded

The Cougar's Itch

First and Three

A Divorced Woman Takes Three

Professor-nal Rivalry

by

Pauline Orr

PHARAOH Tutankhamen may have been one of the most famous known pharaohs of his dynasty but he was not the longest reigning pharaoh. He is famous simply because of the wealth of his tomb and the rumors surrounding its opening. Professor Edwina Langford called out, lecturing the eager faces surrounding her.

There are many other pharaohs in his dynasty, even his successor who should have made more of a name for himself but we, the historians, chose to focus on Pharaoh Tut. This only shows us that each discovery we make is only as well-known as we choose it to be. It is up to us to make people pay attention, to give these lost souls a voice and make them known again.

Edwina paused in her lecture, allowing her students to make their notes and looked around. She smiled; all heads were bowed, pens diligently scratching away at paper as they documented all that they heard. She looked towards the doorway at the very back of the lecture theatre and her heart thumped in her chest.

There, by the door and looking very serious was Dean Shilman. She worried for a few moments, sure that she was in trouble but unable to imagine why. Her proposals were all submitted, three weeks early, her classes were well attended and her grading fair. She couldn’t understand why he was here or why he had another man stood beside him casually looking around. If it was good news surely it could wait until she was in her office.

***

Edwina Langford was a star in her field, the study of Ancient Egyptian history, and the toast of her university. She was neither too young nor too old and her lectures were enjoyable to everyone who attended. Many of her male students found her attractive, some intentionally pretending to struggle with their work in order to have an excuse to spend more time with her in the form of private tutoring. Things always remained professional however.

Her female students admired her, so full of confidence, elegance, grace. She was always well turned out, smart and professional looking with a fashionable flair that many envied. Edwina was approachable to all, willing to listen to her students’ worries even when she didn’t need to or they had no bearing on her class.

Her colleagues liked her too. She was kind and generous, always happy to help with a tricky proposal or complex piece of research. She encouraged collaboration in their fields, refusing to trample over others to make a name for herself.

That attitude alone was what brought her to many people’s attention. She broke the stereotype of a professor wide open and her passion for her chosen subject inspired all who worked with her. She brought life to a subject and area which had slowly been declining in popularity for decades.

***

And so, for your papers this week I want at least 3,000 words on any other pharaoh of Tutankhamen’s dynasty discussing the differences that they have made to Egyptian society and another 500 words explaining why you chose that pharaoh Edwina said calmly, refusing to let the dean see that his presence had her rattled.

Respected though she was, the university was a competitive place, the slightest slip up could have her removed. She mentally shook her head and sent her students on their way, gathering together her own papers as they left. The students filed out past the dean, barely giving him a second look as they all discussed their papers. Once the lecture theatre was empty she went over to the dean and his companion.

Ah Professor Langford, a pleasure to listen to you speak as always, the Dean said smugly, his meaty hand patting his large belly. I was wondering if we could have a moment of your time.

Of course Dean Shilman, I’m all yours, she said quietly.

This is Professor Charles Smith, Shilman said smugly, waving his hand in the direction of the man beside him. He will be joining the department as of next week. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. Professor Smith, this is Professor Edwina Langford, our resident celebrity and star of the history department,

Edwina looked at Smith in shock. She had heard of him, there was no one in the field who hadn’t, but she had never expected him to be so... attractive. She tried not to gawk in shock but didn’t know how successful she was. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, more suited to being a model or actor in terms of his appearance.

Professor Smith smiled at her and held out his hand. She shook it, still in awe. He had burst onto the scene 6 months ago and had been making waves ever since, putting several theories and beliefs to rest and disproving even more. There were rumors of his bad attitude but they were mostly dismissed as the bad attitudes of sore losers.

Professor Langford, I’ve read several of your books, I’m a huge fan, Smith said smoothly and Edwina blushed. I’m not sure if I agree with several of your theories about democracy and the pantheons though. I mean, some of them are clearly built on outdated ideas and faulty translations of texts that are now gone. I would have thought that someone as apparently intelligent as yourself would have stopped to redress some of your theories as new avenues opened and new research came to light.

Edwina instantly bristled. The slow drawl in which he said all this, as well as the back handed compliments he was throwing at her served to get her back up. It was true that he was making reasonable debates but his methods were highly questionable and his timing incredibly poor. She simply smiled primly though, nodding politely and turning to the Dean Shilman.

Well if that is all Dean I must be going, she said, turning to leave.

Wait Edwina, Dean Shilman called loudly after her, unnecessarily. She had barely taken a step away from him.

Edwina turned back to face the two men, resisting the urge to giggle as she saw Smith rubbing his ear and wincing. The Dean was pretending to look apologetic and instantly Edwina knew something was coming that she wouldn’t like.

I’m afraid that there is something else, the Dean said in a wheedling tone. Edwina sighed, annoyed to have been proved right. We’re a little short on space right now; the new history department building hasn’t quite been finished yet. As a result Professor Smith here doesn’t have an office.

OK... Edwina said quietly. She was wondering where the dean was going with this and from the look on Smith’s face so was he. I fail to see what that has to do with me though.

Well... the dean said, faltering slightly It’s like this you see... You have a very large office, the largest in the department as it currently is. There’s plenty of room in there for yourself and your books and your desk and much more leftover...

I don’t like where this is going Dean Shilman, Edwina said sternly, leveling a glare at him.

Neither do I, Smith said, crossing his muscular arms over a broad chest.

It is only a temporary measure Professors, I assure you, the Dean said, holding out his hands Once the new building is finished you can move in there and have an office all to yourself. Both of you. Bigger offices than you have now.

I agreed to join this university because I was told you had the best facilities, that you treated your staff with respect and didn’t do this kind of thing, Smith said, straightening to tower over the Dean. I would hate to think that I was lied to, Dean Shilman.

What about my students? Edwina cried out, interrupting Smith’s apparent threats to the dean How am I supposed to have one on one tutoring with them if there’s another professor in the room? And what about the group sessions we have sometimes? I can barely fit them all in some days. If there’s another desk in there, taking up valuable space what am I going to do?

Hire a room like everyone else maybe, Smith said with a slight sneer. His tone was patronizing and he sounded like he was talking to an idiot child.

For your information I have those meetings in my office so that I have access to all of the texts that I might need Professor Smith. Our discussions go into areas that we don’t always expect and sometimes it helps to have the facts there for reference. Edwina said confrontationally.

That’s enough you two, the dean said. I am the dean of this university and I am telling you that you will be sharing an office and you will stop complaining. And since you both lecture in the same field you will also be sharing classes next semester. That is the end of it.

Dean Shilman turned and walked away, leaving the lecture theatre and the two professors standing there in shock.

***

IN THE shared office there was peace for a while. Each Professor was quiet and respectful of the other and they never interrupted the other as they were working. The semester drew to an end and the students departed. Edwina managed to finish a grant proposal as did Charles.

He even very graciously offered to share the envelope with her and cut the cost of postage. Edwina began to wonder if it was possible that she had gotten the wrong opinion of him from their first meeting. The next semester began and with the sharing of their classes the trouble started.

Edwina would arrive slightly late for a lecture, out of breath and slightly disheveled from racing out of one lecture room and across the large building to the next. She would burst through the door half expecting her students to have left only to find that Charles was stood at the front of the class, talking animatedly about the very topic she had planned to discuss. If it weren’t for their differing style of lecturing she would have thought that he was stealing her lessons plans.

Edwina was annoyed though, at the impertinence of her colleague, taking a class from her that didn’t need to be taken particularly as they had equally divided the classes between them. He had no right, she felt, it was intrusive and unprofessional and suggested to her students and colleagues that she couldn’t handle her classes. Edwina’s anger at Charles continued to grow.

Charles was equally annoyed at Edwina though. Time and again he would be in a private tutorial with one or more of the more dedicated students and she would come bursting in, talking a mile a minute with a large group of students. He had told her time and again when he would be using their office for a session but each and every time she ignored him.

He had tried writing it in her diary that she kept on her desk as well but she had confessed that she never really looked at it. He didn’t believe her at first but when she missed the third dentist appointment in a row, despite it being written as clear as day in her diary in her own hand he thought she might be telling the truth. It still did not excuse her behavior, the door was firmly closed, a sign agreed on between them of the room being in use for a professional matter and instead she had ignored it and continued.

It wasn’t just in the classroom that they found themselves competing however. As they each worked on their research, making notes and collecting resources for their work the pair found themselves locked in combat for space. They would passively wrestle over where an item went in the office; their reference books competed for space on the shelves that blanketed the walls of the office. Their notes and photocopies would be spread all over the floor, occasionally getting mixed up and throwing off their research.

They did not talk to each other about any of these problems though choosing instead to sit at their desks and glare at one another across the room. They would move the belongings of the other, misplacing a book or wrongly ordering a sheaf of papers. They were locked in a silent stalemate with resentment growing between them. And it was all about to explode.

***

Professor Smith, Professor Langford! boomed the loud voice of Dean Shilman one day. He burst into the room after quietly knocking and startled the two professors who had both been quietly writing. I have some wonderful news that you will both be very glad to hear.

Edwina and Charles both stood and hurried towards the dean. They were excited anxious, their eyes wide. The dean smiled at them proudly, looking like a father about to give his children what he believed to be a splendid present.

I have been talking to some of our sponsors and donors. Dean Shilman said slowly. They would very much like to grant your research proposals, both of you.

Both professors whooped for joy and shared a rare moment of happiness by hugging one and other. They pulled apart almost immediately as they realized what they had done and looked at the Dean expectantly.

How much did they give me?! Charles asked excitedly. Edwina glared at him and then asked the same question. The dean’s face fell.

Ah... I’m afraid that you seem to have misunderstood me. We won’t be providing your grant separately. It is to be shared between the both of you since you’re both working in such closely related fields.

The two professors gawped at the dean, confusion written all over their faces. Then Charles turned to Edwina and said the thing that sent her blood boiling.

Obviously I will take the majority of the money. I’m requiring actual field research and need to hire teams to help carry out excavations of some very promising ruins, he drawled smugly and slightly pompously.

Excuse me! Edwina cried, almost shrieking in anger Have you even read my proposal? I am carrying out field excavations too. I need just as much money as you if not more than you. I for one intend to have each and every moment of the dig catalogued and recorded, just so that we don’t miss anything. I doubt that you could have thought of something like that.

The pair began to argue, focusing less on their work and more on simply arguing with the other, each trying to insult the other as much as they could. Dean Shilman watched them for long minutes, rolling his eyes and sighing as their passions grew and their debate began to spiral into childish name calling and disparaging comments about their professionalism.

He decided to intervene. He was actually quite excited about this, anticipating seeing their faces fall and hopefully providing a way to bring peace back to the history department, a department shattered by the passive aggressive attitudes of their best members.

Actually it’s a little more complicated than you may think, Dean Shilman said loudly. The two stopped arguing almost immediately and turned to look at him once more. Their anger was directed at him, eyes glaring and arms crossed stubbornly over chests.

He continued You are to share the grant and you will be sharing the dig. Your proposals are almost identical, right down to the location. The only difference between the two is what you’re looking for. As such the sponsors have decided that you will share equipment, workers and a campsite. Your grant is dependent on the two of you working together and we will be sending someone along to watch over you and document how well you both... cooperate with one another. If either of you has a problem with this you can leave and forfeit the grant. We expect you both to work together, to collaborate and help each other gather your findings. Am I understood?

Yes Dean Shilman, the two professors said together, looking down at the floor like scolded children.

Good. Now, goodbye, Dean Shilman turned and walked from their office, whistling as he went.

***

THE SUN shone down on them as they dug in their trenches. They had erected covers over them, casting precious shade during the hottest part of the day but it was not yet noon and already the temperature was rising, the sun not high enough in the sky to be blocked by the sheets of canvas.

Edwina stood and looked around her, surveying the eager students who were all crouched down and digging gently in the dirt, looking for the smallest trace of construction materials and tool marks. She smiled proudly, it was only the second week of the dig and already they had made tremendous progress. She sipped from her water bottle and wiped her brow before turning to the source of the loud voice that