Page 1 of Silver Fox Daddies

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MELISSA

The best thing about working at the library is getting to bask in the peace and quiet. College is great, but it’s too rowdy, full of hormonal adolescents. I’m not about that life.

I push the returns cart down the aisle, slotting books back into their respective shelves.

Final exams for Animal Science are looming around the corner. I can’t fail. Daddy doesn’t tell me much, other than to keep out of his office and the basement, but hedoeswant me to secure a stable job that pays well. So I decided from a young age that I’m going to be a vet. I love animals. That might be a cliché reason as to why I want to be a vet, but it’s good money and I like the thought of saving animals.

I slot the final book back onto the shelf and wheel the empty cart back to reception.

Working at the library part-time is slow, but it offers many benefits. I get full access to the books, and can read them whenever I like. Behind the desk, I open one particularnonfiction work that I’ve been dying to get my hands on for some time, and start to read.

To be honest, I live the same life in the library as I do outside of it. Not much changes. The only difference is that I’m getting paid. Even when I leave this place, I’m in my college dorm reading, and when I’m not there, I’m at Daddy’s house doing the same.

Natasha, my roommate, says I need to get out more.

“College years are the best years of your life. Loosen up. Have a few drinks.”

But I think college years are the mostimportantyears of your life, not the best. The best years begin after college, when the hard work has all paid off.

I love Natasha, but we’re two totally different people. I think that’s why we get along so well. She’s the extrovert. I’m the introvert. She’s out at every given opportunity, getting under a guy she barely knows, and I’m in bed, pajamas on by nine.

It works well. Four days a week, I get the place to myself because she’s partying at a frat house. She gets in the next morning just as I’m leaving for my first lecture.

It’s the perfect setup.

“Come on,” she said to me just last night before heading out. “You’re a beautiful girl. You can get any guy you want. I’ve seen the way they look at you. You don’t even have to lift a finger.”

They only approach me because of the size of my chest.

But boys don’t faze me.

I could be thirty and still a virgin—I don’t care.

Daddy raised me, and he engrained it into me that work comes first.

Always.

His hard work is what got me into the best school. It’s what lets me choose the most expensive meal on the menu every time we go out for dinner.

Not so much now, but a few months ago, we’d go out for dinner every week. The whole thing used to cost him a fortune, but he could always afford it because he works hard, doing whatever he does.

If I want a house of my own one day, I have to get my head in the game and focus.

The door swings open, and I look up from my book to see three men stride into the building.

I have to give them a second glance. What are they wearing? Carefully, I peer from behind the computer monitor to look at them again, feeling the need to hide myself for some reason. They look dangerous. Like they shouldn’t be here.

Most people that come to the library are either students or old.

This isn’t the kind of demographic I’m used to seeing.

I just hope they don’t need my assistance. I don’t have any experience talking to bikers.

And that’s what they appear to be. They’re wearing leather vests and boots, and have tattoos all over their skin.

They disappear into the maze of bookshelves, so I let out a sigh of relief, glad they don’t need me for anything.

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