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student or some frisky, six foot something professor…with his fly still open.” She cuts her eyes toward Chase’s trousers. He turns and zips up.
    "What brings you by today?" Dean Ganges asks Jenae.
    "One of my clients had a personality issue with his probation officer. I was able to free up some time to have a nice little chat with him about New York penal code law and department regulations regarding ex-offenders. My meeting was on Nostrand and Flatbush. So since I was in the neighborhood…”
    "So since you were in the neighborhood you decided to drop in on tricky dicky over here,” Dean Ganges says.
    Jenae laughs. “Octavia you’re a mess. It’s just that Chase and I have been so busy. We hardly see each other during the week. And this past summer was hectic for both of us. He taught classes, I was back and forth to D.C. working on three major cases. And now with the start of this fall semester, Chase is teaching four courses, doubled office hours, treats the gym like a job he just must go to, and he mentors at the group home. So I thought I'd surprise my handsome, professor boyfriend by slipping in the back and catching the remainder of his lecture.”
    Jenae strokes Chase’s cheeks.
    Chase clears his throat.
    "Dean Ganges I must apolog—“
    Dean Ganges raises her palm like a stop sign.
    “Chase, it's okay. Jenae is quite the temptress. Especially in that incredible, courtroom winning en-sem-blay . Girl I need that outfit. But only if they make it in petite but sweet, thick, divalicious? ‘Cause you know these hips bring the all the boys to the yard, girl.” She slides her gem studded fingers across her curvy hips and does a twirl.
    “Octavia, I can't with you. I just can’t,” Jenae chuckles. "But listen, I do need to get going. I have a couple of errands to run and I have to stop at Junior’s on my way home. You know a sister been fiending for some Junior’s cheesecake all day long.”
    “I hear that. But looks to me like you already had some beefcake,” Dean Ganges says.
    “Octavia stop. I just can’t with you. You’re too much. Let me get out of here. It was so good seeing you again."
    "And so good seeing you too, sweetheart,” she says.
    Jenae bends down to kiss Dean Ganges’ cheek.
    ”Wait, actually, you know what? Let me walk out with you," the Dean says.
    Jenae places her hand on Chase's chest. She tilts her chin up and gives him a peck.
    "I'll text you later babe,” she says. The two women walk up the carpeted steps. As they reach the exit door Chase shouts up.
    “But wait, Dean Ganges. Did you stop by to talk to me about something?"
    “Oh, it can wait until after next week's department meeting,” she says.
Chase, still feeling somewhat embarrassed says, "Are-are you sure Dean? I mean we can—“
    “No, it's fine lover boy. Next week, next week," she says flipping her hand as if she were shooing a fly. The two women exit arm-in-arm. As the wooden door shuts behind them, Chase hears them burst into a roaring cackle.
    He bends on one knee and starts to gather the papers and books strewn about the floor. He mumbles to himself: stupid, that was so reckless, and shakes his head with a frown. As he stuffs the final items from the floor into his bag, the door creaks back open.
    “Oh, Chase one more thing?” Dean Ganges says with her head poking through the door.
    “Yes, of course Dean,” Chase replies.
    "Next time? Save your little kinky adventures for your office. Preferably with the door locked. Or better yet, save it for that beautiful brownstone of yours, okay?” She raises one eyebrow like Mr. Spock from Star Trek and then exits catching up to Jenae in the hallway.
    Chase can hear their heels click-clack down the corridor. They giggle like schoolgirls. He tightens his necktie, smoothes the wrinkles of his vest, and grabs the tan cloth handle of his leather bag. Before leaving, he feels inside his front pocket to make sure he has the thin plastic MetroCard for the subway; he