Page 38 of Bookworm
What the hell? Objectify much, asshole? Sure, he was probably barely a day over twenty, but still. Not cool, dude.
I stared at the college perv, giving him my best death glare until he looked up and latched eyes with me. Turning bright red,he muttered something unintelligible and ducked his head back down to his books.
Good. Heshouldbe embarrassed.
Feeling better, I continued my path all the way to the back corner of the library where the rare books room was. Sanctuary was just an arm’s length away, I thought as I reached the door and pressed my thumbprint to the handle.
With a beep, the light turned green and the door unlocked.
I made it. Without running into Adam or Jasmine or Dr. O’Macklin.
Breathing a sigh of relief I entered the room and shut the door behind me, closing my eyes.
“Took you long enough.”
I screamed. And not a delicate little squeak. I flat out shrieked as though an ax murderer had just come at me in the dead of night.
“Jesus!” Adam was on his feet rushing over to me. “Harp, it’s just me!”
“Adam? What the hell are you doing here?”
He gave me a look like I was maybe the dumbest person he’d ever met. “I work here.”
“I knowthat,” I said. “I’m not a complete idiot. I mean, what are you doingherein the rare books room when you have class until four?”
“They have a paper due on Monday, so I gave them the option of working here in the library. I told them I’d be here in the rare books room and if they needed me, to come knock.”
“Oh.”
“So why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not,” I said, putting on my most innocent expression.
“Harp, you spilled an entire cup of hot coffee on yourself, then literally ran away from me this morning.”
I walked over to the stack of damaged books in a poorly disguised effort to buy myself a moment to think.
With my back turned on Adam, I ran my hand over the spine of one, looking at the black smudge that stained the back of my knuckle from working this morning.
“Can’t we just talk about this like adults?” His words sort of sputtered and I peeked over my shoulder at him.
He was staring at my ass.
Just like the kid out in the library.
Only, he wasn’t staring in alemme take a bite out of that juicy doublekind of way. He was more perplexed.
Perplexed by my ass.
That was a new one, even for me and my bad luck with men.
I slammed the book down on the table, hard enough to snap his attention back to my eyes, but not so hard that it actually caused further damage to said book. “My ass in these jeans must beon pointtoday. You’re the second man I’ve caught staring.”
“Ummmm…” His cheeks turned scarlet, then twitched as though he was struggling to contain a smile. “You um, you have panties stuck to the back of your pants,” he whispered.
“I… what?!” I swiveled around to have a look and sure enough, a pair of cotton hiphuggers was there, attached to my damn thigh.Thank you static cling.
“You have pantie—” he started repeating.
