Page 5 of Dark Encounter
"Library Girl." He turned back to his book and flipped the page, ignoring the fact that I stood there for a few more minutes. Library girl. How insulting. As if he knew I was a prude that had never been much of anywhere nor was I going far and wide soon.
"Asshole," I mumbled and turned, flipping my hair over my shoulder and pretending to work. It was going to be a long evening unless he left early, which he never did.
He'd punish me with his rugged good looks and the thick bulge at the front of his jeans for the rest of the night. Like he did every night.
I wanted to hate him, but he was every fantasy I'd ever had wrapped up into one delicious packet.
"Night, Grace." A soft whisper touched the back of my hair as I yelped and turned to find him walking toward the stairs behind me.
With my heart racing in my chest and body aching so badly, I walked quickly to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I wasn't Jenna. I wasn't ballsy and aggressive. I was sheltered, scared and starving for affection.
A soft sigh left me as I slipped my hand under my skirt and lifted my leg. I wouldn't let anyone else have me before he got a chance. No matter how long that took. And until then, I'd simply take care of myself.
