[I]Chloe, a word?[/I]

The blonde flinched. [I]Oh man.[/i] Did she hate him? No, unfortunately not. Was she incredibly angry at him? Absolutely. He hadn't told her that he was married, and that was sneaky. And now? Well, she had the fact that she'd slept with a married man on her conscience. However, despite all of these factors, a part of her just wanted to jump up and hug him. 

Brad cocked his head to the side in curiosity. Had Chloe had Professor Foster in the first year? He thought they were both new to his class.. That couldn't be the case though, because the dude clearly knew who she was by sight.

"Did you have him last year?"

Chloe snapped out of her stupor, "No. Why?"

"How does he know who you are already?"

"Hmmmm. Mug shots maybe?" 

[B]Smooth, real smooth.[/b]

It wasn't a totally out there reason, was it? After all, they had all sat for those stupid photographs when they'd first started. Brad, who had known Chloe for a long time, just nodded. He wasn't convinced, and it showed. "Right." He smirked. "Shall I meet you in the cafeteria?"

Chloe merely saluted her buddy and took a couple of steps backwards, her slightly goofy nature now on show. With a cool smile, she twiddled her bag strap as she turned to Hadley. 

"Yes, Professor Foster?

He was still irritatingly attractive, but the now visible wedding ring reminded her of her annoyance.

[I]"How's the wife?"[/i]

The eyebrow twitched in a manner that suggested [I]Professor Foster[/i] had some explaining to do..