Jerome and I each give a little shout of surprise as I smack bodily into him.I stumble back a few steps, wheeling my arms a little to find my balance. Jerome is there, luckily, catching me by the shoulders and holding me steady.
“Well, Miss Fay,” he says, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he glances towards the office door. “And where were you last night?”
“Nowhere,” I say, smug, shaking my hair back from my shoulders and gathering up my dignity as I find my balance. Jerome releases me, crossing his arms smugly over his chest as he grins at me. “I was just…getting a pen. From the office.”
“Fay,” Jerome says, his face breaking out into a wicked smile. “If you think I don’t know whose bedroom is through the bookcase in that office –“
“What!” I hiss, my face dropping. “Does every
