Tilly Bagshawe 3-book Bundle: Scandalous, Fame, Friends and Rivals. Tilly Bagshawe

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СКАЧАТЬ offered her a chair. In a fluster, Sasha somehow managed to miss the seat, lowering her bottom into mid air and only just righting herself before she hit the floor.

      ‘Sorry.’ She clung to the chair’s arms like life rafts.

      Theo smiled. She’s adorable. So gauche. I wonder if she’s even eighteen yet?

      ‘Don’t worry,’ he said kindly. ‘A lot of people get muddled in their first week. How are you finding Cambridge?’

      ‘Oh my goodness, it’s perfect,’ Sasha gushed. ‘Just magical, thank you. St Michael’s is like a dream come true.’ She thought, He seems very kind. I shouldn’t have judged him so harshly the other day.

      ‘It’s certainly a very special place,’ said Theo. I wonder if her nipples go darker when she blushes? ‘Especially for we physicists. These are exciting times, Sasha. World-changing times. And Cambridge is right at the heart of it.’

      Sasha felt a rush of excitement and pride so strong she had to grip the chair even tighter. She loved the way he said ‘we’. Professor Theodore Dexter, a Cambridge physics professor, her tutor, was addressing her, Sasha Miller from Frant, as an equal. She felt like a co-conspirator in some wonderful, top-secret plot. Looking at him close up for the first time, she had to admit that Professor Dexter really was terribly good looking. Better looking than he’d seemed across the car park at the Cavendish labs. He reminded her of an American actor … she was so bad with names, she’d never remember which one … one of the doctors from ER perhaps? He was certainly very young. She’d been right about that the other day. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Isaac Newton discovered the generalized binomial theorem at twenty-two. Mozart wrote his first concerto at six. You can’t put an age limit on genius.

      ‘Listen, Sasha, I’m afraid I’m a bit busy just at the moment. I wasn’t expecting you, you see.’

      ‘Oh. Of course.’ Embarrassed, Sasha got up to go. ‘I’ll get the notes from one of the others and I’ll, er … I’ll come back next week. Sorry.’

      ‘Please, stop apologizing,’ said Theo smoothly. ‘If you like I could meet you somewhere for a drink this evening? We can talk through the course, what’s expected of you, the lecture schedules … that sort of thing.’

      It was such an unexpected suggestion that for a moment Sasha didn’t say anything. She was supposed to be calling Will this evening for a proper chat. She’d even blown off Georgia, who’d been on at her to come to some quiz night at Caius, because she wanted to focus on Will. It had only been a week, but already Sasha felt as if the distance between them was growing. All the magazines said that long-distance relationships took work.

      But she couldn’t exactly turn down her professor. Not after he’d been so understanding about her coming at the wrong time and all that.

      ‘All right. Thanks. Where should I …?’

      ‘I’ll leave a note in your pigeonhole.’

      Sasha left and Theo turned back to his book. All of a sudden his spirits had lifted exponentially.

      Perhaps inspiration was about to strike after all?

CHAPTER FOUR

      Michaelmas term seemed to race by. Sasha hadn’t ever known time to pass so quickly. Once the excitement of freshers week was over, St Michael’s got back to work. The bar was still packed every night, but by eight thirty in the morning a steady stream of green-faced undergraduates could be seen on their bicycles heading for labs or libraries. Even Georgia, whose dedication to partying was the stuff of legend, dutifully trekked off to the architecture faculty building every morning with a back-breaking stack of files under her arm.

      When she didn’t have a supervision – one-on-one teaching with Professor Dexter – Sasha spent her days shuttling between the Cavendish lab and the university library. After a brief panic in the first two weeks, when she’d worried she might be out of her depth intellectually (Professor Clancy’s ‘introductory’ lecture on nanophotonics was so impenetrable, he might as well have been speaking Urdu), she soon relaxed and began to delight in her studies. Not only was the teaching phenomenal – physics lessons at St Agnes’s felt like another lifetime already – but the facilities and technology at her disposal were the stuff of Sasha’s dreams. Of course, it was the Astrophysics course that really excited her: the formation of stars and planets, observational cosmology, evolution of galaxies, active galactic nuclei. Sasha had been obsessed with space before she knew how to say the word. She felt incredibly lucky that her own Director of Studies at St Michael’s, Professor Dexter, was an astrophysicist himself. Not to mention a wonderful teacher and mentor.

      Sasha’s respect and admiration for Professor Dexter had grown exponentially since their first drink together in freshers week. Not only was he clearly an amazing physicist, but he really went the extra mile to nurture and encourage his students. He was constantly offering Sasha extra help with her assignments. When she began her first solo research project, into astrophysical plasmas, he even took time out of his weekend to come round to her rooms and check her work. How many professors did that? Of course, he was probably only too glad to get out of the house for a while, poor man. Over the past few weeks Professor Dexter – Theo – had opened his heart to Sasha about his unhappy marriage. His wife’s drinking problem and affairs had clearly wreaked a terrible emotional toll. But he was loyal to a fault, putting up with her blind rages. Bipolar disorder could do terrible things to a person. Sasha felt that, on some unspoken level, she and Professor Dexter had become friends. Their twice-weekly supervisions were the highlight of her week.

      By contrast, one of the hardest parts of Sasha’s week was her regular Sunday-night phone call to Will. Every week she looked forward to hearing his voice. And every week they seemed to run out of things to say to each other almost immediately. It had got to the point where Sasha had taken to writing bullet-point lists before each call, pieces of news she could tell him, questions she could ask to keep things going. Twice he’d promised to come up and visit her, and twice he’d cancelled because of rugby.

      ‘I do miss you, babe. But I can’t let the lads down. Maybe you could come back to Sussex for a weekend? We’re playing Saracens’ Second Fifteen on Sunday, there’s gonna be a huge party at High Rocks afterwards.’

      ‘I can’t, darling. Not this weekend. I’ve got so much work to do,’ said Sasha. Then she felt guilty all week because she’d lied to him, and she didn’t know why. What’s happening to us?

      At last, one Saturday in late November, Will made it up to Cambridge. Sasha met him at the station, wrapped up in so many layers of sweaters and scarves he almost didn’t recognize her.

      ‘Christ on a bike, it’s cold up here,’ he shivered, hugging her tightly on the platform. ‘This wind. It’s like bloody Siberia.’ Dressed in his favourite Diesel jeans and Tonbridge rugby shirt under a cool leather bomber jacket, he looked even more handsome than Sasha remembered him. He smelled of Givenchy aftershave and mouthwash, and his arms felt so strong and wonderful around her. What an idiot I’ve been, thought Sasha. He’s perfect. Everything’s going to be fine.

      In the taxi, he reached under Sasha’s duffel coat and put a cold hand on her thigh.

      ‘I can’t wait to unwrap you, my darling. Have you missed me?’

      ‘Of course I have,’ said Sasha, СКАЧАТЬ