Page 105 of Zero Chance

From there, I constructed my trap.It didn’t take me long, so I found a big, comfy chair to relax in that was in view of her workstation.

She knew I was there, watching her.Every once in a while, she’d glance over to scowl, but otherwise, she kept her cool.

When some dumbass-looking motherfucker joined her behind the front counter, she showed him a few things that still needed to be done and then she collected her book bag to leave.So I finally rose from my chair, stretched out my sore muscles as if I wasn’t about to pounce on my prey, and I moved in for the kill.

Returning to the checkout station, I slapped a slip of paper down onto the counter in front of her, making her jump.

She looked up under the sweep of those new long bangs, and my guts knotted with tension.

“I can’t find this book,” I said.

With a roll of her eyes, she jostled the strap of her backpack to bring attention to it.“I’m off the clock.Ask Morris for help.”She motioned to the dumbass who was standing over by a cart of books scratching his head as if he were confused, and I made a distasteful expression.

“No.I want you.”

Her gaze flashed up in surprise as if she thought I meant something totally different.

Because I’d purposely made it sound that way.

And the longing in her eyes made my flesh ripple with its own need.

Leaning over the counter and lowering my voice to an intimate level, I told her, “That idiot tried to help me before.He doesn’t know his ass from his elbow.”

I watched her closely as I repeated, “I want you.”

It was nearly imperceptible but I was able to pick up a few signs that my words affected her.Her lips just barely parted, and her chest lifted a micromillimeter as she drew in a breath.

But when she met my gaze, she made sure to frown and heave out a deep, irritated sigh, as if I were wasting her time.“Fine,” she muttered and reached for the piece of paper I’d slapped onto the counter.Her fingers shifted it around until the call number was facing her.

I watched those fingers, still in disbelief that they belonged to the mystery girl who’d cupped my balls while she deep throated me or that those were the nails that had gouged me in the back, encouraging me to push deeper into her mouth.I could almost deny it until my gaze fell to the tip of her feather tattoo that was peeking out the end of her sleeve.

There was no denyingthat.

She was my mystery girl.My Mistress.

Her hands moved and shifted over to the keyboard so she could look the book up, even as she said, “Is it already checked out?”

“It said it wasn’t,” I answered as I watched her double-check my answer, clearly not believing me.

She scowled momentarily at the screen of her computer before saying, “It’s not on any display or in some special section.It should be right there on the shelf in the regular stacks.”

“Well, it’s not.”

She sighed heavily and sent me a put-out look.“Fine.I’ll look.”

Yes!

“Thank you,” I told her with a grateful incline of my head.

TellingMorrisgoodbye, she moved around the desk to my side of the counter, and I fell into step with her as she headed in the direction we needed to go.

My body felt like a live wire, vibrating at her nearness.

Neither of us spoke as she led the way up to the stacks on the second level.When she turned down a narrow row toward the back, I followed, stopping right behind her when she scanned the spines.After a moment, she found what she was looking for on the top shelf and huffed out a disgusted breath as she dropped her bag to the floor beside her so she could lift herself up on her tiptoes and reach.

“Are you blind?It’s right there.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” I said, closing in.“I guess it was just toodarkfor me to see clearly.”

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