Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
A frown decorated her beautiful face. Her top teeth nibbled her lip as she ran her fingers across the spine of the books. She moved some out of the way, and slid the books back onto the shelves. Her long black hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and today she wore a pair of glasses, which she had to keep pushing up her nose to keep in place. There was not a single shade of red on her.
She looked absolutely stunning to him. There was no red dress, but she wore a pencil skirt that molded to her body like a second skin. He saw a white shirt peeking out beneath a small jacket. She looked like a porn librarian. He could imagine pulling her hair out of the ponytail, stripping her naked, spreading those beautiful thighs, and fucking her until she screamed his name and begged for more. His cock went instantly hard.
He was done watching. Stepping toward her, he gripped the handles of the trolley, drawing her attention to him.
“Hey, Beautiful,” he said.
Her blue eyes went to his hands and then slowly began to travel up his body until she got to his face.
“Beautiful?” she asked, frowning.
She didn’t recognize him. That made her even more appealing. Last night’s show hadn’t been for him and he had a feeling it hadn’t been for anyone.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asked.
Oh, he liked that.
“Yeah, I want to know what made a beautiful woman like yourself come to my nightclub in red,” he said.
Her mouth dropped open and she closed it, glancing around the library.
“How do you know about that?”
“I saw you last night at my bar and I watched you, Beautiful. You put on quite a show.”
“Stop calling me Beautiful, and I didn’t put on any kind of show. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She grabbed her trolley and pulled it back.
This was not the response he was accustomed to. He was used to women falling over themselves to please him. He could work with whatever was thrown his way.
Grabbing the trolley, her strength was no match for his. She had no choice but to release a growl and then look at him. “Why?” she asked.
“You tell me first, why were you dancing last night? For your boyfriend? For your husband?” He noticed at the mention of a husband the corner of her eye seemed to twitch. She wasn’t happy about that.
According to the information Michael had obtained, she’d been divorced for six months. What was even stranger, he knew her ex-husband. Not personally, but the firm where he worked represented him from time to time. An expensive but damn good service.
“I didn’t realize going dancing would result in being harassed. I don’t know who you are and I’m sorry if my dancing at your club offended you.”
“Who were you dancing for?” he asked.
She frowned at him. “Seriously, you don’t get it?”
His brows went up and she rolled her eyes.
“Fine. I was dancing for me, okay? I wasn’t dancing for any man or anything. I was dancing because I had bought a pretty dress and I wanted to. That’s the only reason.”
He let go of the trolley and she left the aisle, going around to the other. He went back the way he came so there wasn’t a trolley between them.
“Go out with me tonight,” he said.
Holly looked up at him and shook her head. “No.”
“Why not?” he asked. It had been a long time since a woman rejected him. He wasn’t angry, but he was … intrigued. This woman knew nothing about him.
“Because I don’t want to go out with a stranger I’ve been forced to meet. Can’t you see that?” She shook her head. “I don’t have a clue who you are and I can’t believe you’ve come here to where I work to … why?”
“I wanted to ask you out,” he said.
“Ask me out?”
“Yes.”
Holly put a hand on her hip. “Let me get this straight. Based on the way I danced last night, you want to ask me out on a date. You found some way of figuring out who I was, where I worked, all to ask me out on a date?”
“Yes.” He didn’t even hesitate.
“You do realize that kind of sounds like a stalker.”
“I’m not here to frighten you, Holly,” he said. “You could look at it that I stalked, or you could see that I was so enraptured by your dance last night, but by the time I got to you, you’d already left. You do escape fast.” He was tempted to reach out and touch her, but he figured he’d already kind of freaked her out by his visit, and he didn’t want her calling for the cops, at least not yet.
“I went to dance, not to be picked up by guys.”