Page 5 of Library Lovers

“This is going to be so much fun.” He chuckles, and just like at the supermarket he leaves without a backward glance.

I can feel her eyes on my back, or more precisely, my ass, as I walk away. I smile to myself as I retrieve the course work I have set out for my photography students. I didn’t plan to attack her like that this morning, it just kind of happened. And fuck if I didn’t enjoy the shit out of it. My dick is still hard, and I reach down to readjust him before reentering the library.

The second Ava sees me again she frowns. “Why are you still here, I thought you left?”

My grin is huge. I cannot wait to see her reaction when I tell her I’m going to be in her space every day of the week for the next three weeks.

Placing my satchel on her desk, I lean over and rest my elbows on it. “There’s a photography course running out of the function room for the next few weeks, yeah?”

Her brows scrunch adorably as her frown deepens, and she adjusts her red-framed glasses. “Yeah…”

“It’s my class.”

Ava’s jaw drops in shock. And my smile broadens.

“But I was under the impression a photographer would be the instructor, not a model.”

I shrug. “I may be a pretty face in front of a lens, but I’m also the pretty face behind it, sometimes.”

She blinks, long and slow. “You. You’re a model, not a photographer. What are you… I don’t…” Her head kicks to the side, and I swear I see understanding wash over her features. “You’re running the class? But that means… that means you’ll be here every day.”

My head bobs up and down in a nod. “Sure am.” I shoot her a wink, take my satchel, and head along the hall to the function room I’ll be working out of.

This can’t be happening.

Sitting frozen at my desk, staring into space, my co-worker Margo arrives.

“Yo, Ava.” Margo waves her hand in front of my face. “What’s wrong, girl? You look like you saw a ghost.”

I swallow then lick my dry lips. Lips that were locked with Jennings not too long ago. I feel like I’ve been transported to a parallel universe, one where incredibly sexy men are attracted to my less than conventional beauty.

In all honesty, I think I’d really like this universe if it were real, but it’s not. And this is my current reality as hard as that is for me to wrap my head around.

Margo perches on the edge of my desk, arms crossed under her boobs as she watches me expectantly.

I clear my throat. “Umm, I wouldn’t say ghost per se. More like I just had a reality check I never saw coming. Like, not in a million, bajillion years.”

Her brows arch. “Okay, explain.”

Before I have a chance to say anything, Jennings reappears, taking up position behind my chair and curing his big hands over my shoulders. “She’s talking about me.”

Margo’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. “You-you’re… holy shit.”

Jennings smirks at her and gives my shoulders a little squeeze. “That’s me.”

Rolling my eyes, I make the introduction I just know Margo is dying for. “Margo, this is the biggest pain in the ass I have ever had the displeasure of knowing, Jennings Tate. Jennings, this is my coworker, gal pal, and sidekick in all things dorky and nerdtastic, Margo Miller.”

“He can give me a pain in the ass any day,” Margo mumbles under her breath before jutting her hand out toward him.

“Nice to meet any friend of my girl.” He takes her offered hand, gives it a swift shake, then releases it just as quickly.

I tip my head back to look at him. He’s even taller from this perspective. It makes me imagine being on my knees for him. I bite down on the edge of my bottom lip just thinking about taking him in my mouth.

His eyes meet mine and flare with heat. I snap my head back down, breaking eye contact. He can obviously see right through me, and I’m not giving him any more ammunition to torture me with.

Hot breath tickles my ear when he bends to whisper, “You were thinking dirty thoughts, Ava. It was written all over your pretty face.”

I say nothing.

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