Page 55 of Little Devil

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Xander

“Aren’t you done yet?” I complain, folding my arms on the table opposite her to rest my chin on top. “I’m bored.”

The bitchy librarian chick shushes me from her desk on my left and Jordyn fights a grin, sneaking a glance at me with a look that makes my dick hard. I’ve been sitting here for forty five minutes, watching her like a love sick moron while she writes whatever she’s writing for this stupid Princeton essay she’s working on. It was entertaining at first because she’s so fucking pretty but now I’m getting agitated, not so patiently waiting for her to finish so I can lure her into a dark corner, pin her back against a bookshelf and drop to my knees for her.

I can’t get enough of her and it’s making me a little crazy, to say the least.

I’ve fucked a lot of girls since I lost my virginity to some faceless stranger the day of my brother’s funeral, but none of them made me feel the way she does. I liked having her in my bed the other night, wearing my shirt, her hot body pressed right up against mine beneath the sheets.

I want more.

So much fucking more.

“Xan,” she says quietly, not looking up from her laptop while she continues to tap away on it.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because I’m obsessed with you,” I say simply, enjoying the light laugh leaving her while she shakes her head like I’m joking.

“Are you trying to be cute?”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe a little bit,” she admits, grabbing her pen to jot something down on a little yellow sticky note. “Just give me five more minutes and I’m yours, okay?”

I groan at the word yours and the librarian shushes me again, glaring daggers at me when I lift my hands up in mock surrender.

“Sorry,” I call out, wincing when her glare deepens.

Oops.

Jordyn sighs and I shrug it off, reaching over to grab one of her black notebooks from the small stack beside her computer. I flip it open to a random page and she lifts her head, her blue eyes widening with something that looks an awful lot like panic.

“Xan, don’t–”

But I’m already looking down.

“You take pictures.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No,” she repeats, snatching the book from me to shove it into her purse.

As soon as she’s done grabbing her stuff, she makes a beeline for the door and I move to follow her, amused by her lame ass attempt to run away from me.

“Jordyn, wait–”

“Jesus, can you just stop?” she hisses, spinning around to face me fully.

“Stop what?”

“Whatever it is you’re trying to do right now,” she says through her teeth, blowing out an aggravated breath when she catches the confusion on my face. “You don’t need to pretend to care about me and my life, Xan. I’m not your girlfriend.”

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