Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) by Dee Palmer Read Free Book Online

not to take this opportunity. Each student had to give a biography and an outline detailing what they expected to gain from the programme. I had never heard of that before but perhaps it’s not so strange, important people wanting to make sure they were not wasting their time. Still, given that this was all extra work for each student here and it is an evening lecture I am surprised to see the theatre almost full. An email reminder was sent earlier in the day to emphasise a seven pm. start—PROMPT.
    Although no one person is shouting, the general level of noise has risen to something akin to an airplane take-off. My course has a weighted nine to one ratio of males to females and I find I am surrounded on all sides by the men from my course. I have introduced myself as the part time mature student which in itself seems to make me non-threatening and extremely approachable. As such I have easily made friends with anyone kind enough to sit next to me and many have. I can’t make out any specific conversation and I don’t want to add to the noise so I continue to gaze at my page. It is no longer blank as my habit, which I find both relaxing and distracting, covers the edges of the page, from top right to bottom left. A large intricate doodle of interweaving petals, teardrops and crested waves flow together. My pencil hovers mid pattern as a loud click cuts through the noise and I quickly look up to see, Oh God, my stomach clenches and I feel an instant heat between my legs, crap and crap again. Daniel Stone, slowly walks from the now locked theatre door to take centre stage. Its seven pm. prompt.
    Alright, that would explain the full house, God that man is stunning, even from up here. His presence commands the silence of the room. Why didn’t this information click with me earlier, I even saw his name on the screen, nothing. Oh, I know why, because I have been on cloud nine since my windfall. I feel the plummet from the cloud as my mouth drops open and I gasp. That’s embarrassing, no wait, it’s not. I’m up in the Gods, hidden in a crowd of eager faces, too high to be heard. Mike on my left and Pete in front however, both turn with questioning looks. I quickly smile, shake my head and tap my throat, frowning a little to indicate a tracheal problem I am experiencing. Sam on my left is unaffected by my dramatics as he has yet to remove his earphones. I nod my head to indicate all eyes to the front and hope that will help the gentle rise of heat in my cheeks.
    “Don’t worry I will unlock the door so you can leave but I am just not going to pretend to tolerate lateness.” His voice is quiet but holds the rooms attention. I give a light laugh and quickly slap my hand to my mouth. I thought it was a joke. I mean why did I think that would be a joke? He’s just locked the door for Christ sake! He is obviously serious and yes I was the only one to laugh. His fierce glare fixes on mine and I shrink in my seat, that has certainly helped the blushing. My throat feels dry and I swear the whole room can hear me struggle to swallow. I can’t look away, his eyes look black from here, dark and deadly but I know they are intense pools of crystal blue. A flush prickles my skin and the heat building at my core is fighting to match that on my face. I try not to squirm in my seat, only giving the slightest unavoidable movement and curling my toes tightly. I know he can’t see those from there. His face certainly shows no signs of recognition from our previous awkward encounter, which is definitely a good thing.
    The door rattles and Mr Stone breaks his gaze to turn toward the noise. The two small square windows in the double doors frame the faces of a couple of striking girls, their bright blonde hair pulled back to expose severe make up and huge smiles.
    Mr Stone smiles but even from here I can see it doesn’t reach his eyes. He strides toward the door and reaches up to unlock it, pausing, he then pulls the blind down over the