Page 104 of Zero Chance

Waverly was my bogeyman.She was the snake in the dark hole.If I put my hand in there—or in this case, my dick—she’d claim it as hers, and my manwhore days would beover.I was afraid I’d want to keep her.I’d want—dammit—I’d want things I don’t even want!

It was an unreasonable fear I couldn’t shake.And that’s why I’d always kept a professional distance.

But now she was forcing me to face my greatest fear.So I started to get mad at her for it.

Because why?

Why would she do this to me?

Why would she?—

Needing that answer most of all, I started to plan.

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When I returnedto the library on Friday after my classes, Waverly was already behind the counter, working, her head bent slightly as she wrote in a folder.

The way her new bangs slipped from behind her ear and fell into her eyes made my stomach tighten with need.

Hot, slithery lust flushed through my veins, and I started to jones for those nipples of hers and the way they’d hardened against my tongue, eager for my attention.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Down boy,I ordered my body.We’re mad at her.Not aroused.MAD!Don’t lose sight of the goal here.

Striding straight toward her, I tightened my jaw when she glanced up to see who was approaching, and the impact of her big brown eyes nearly made me groan.

Fucking hell, that mouth had been around my cock.And it knew how to suck.

I wanted to be naked with her so much I ached.

I had no idea how I was going to be able to do this without just…grabbing her and kissing the fuck out of her.

But I powered through, somehow, ignoring the stupid arousal she was causing.

Hopping onto the counter to sit in my usual spot, just to annoy her, I tapped my fingers along the Formica surface and arched an eyebrow as she stared back expectantly without saying a word.

The stare-off between us ensued before she shifted uneasily and demanded, “What?”

Oh yeah, I was getting to her.I could just see her brain whirling with panic.Did he know?Had he figured it out?

Yes, darlin’, I had.

“Last chance to come clean and tell me who wrote that note,” I murmured, leaning her way, which clearly intimidated her.

She shifted backward.Her pulse ticked in her throat, and her chest swelled.It was all so subtle.If I hadn’t been paying attention—which I never did because I’d neverwantedto look for carnal shit on her—I wouldn’t have noticed.But she was getting as hot and bothered as I was.

She was probably thinking about how my fingers had felt inside her while I’d licked her into an orgasm.

And dammit, now my jeans were uncomfortably tight, which annoyed the hell out of me.

You’re not helping with the whole angry vibe I’m trying to pull off here, buddy,I warned my stupid betraying body.

It didn’t seem to care.It just wanted to be inside her.

Lifting her chin defiantly, she looked me in the eye—making my fingers physically tingle with the urge to reach for her—and she said, “I’m not telling you anything.”

I studied her a moment longer, my entire system shimmering with rage and arousal.“All right,” I finally murmured.“If that’s the way you want to play this.”And I hopped off the counter.“No take backs now, Frank,” I warned, turning away to stroll off.

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