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Before I could say anything, the mayor walked out of his office and burst my erotic bubble.

Fucking asshole.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The mayor sneered at Scribe.

“Came to see Ms. Never. What’s it to you?”

“Henley’s busy and doesn’t need to be seen with the likes of you. Now leave, before I have you arrested for trespassing.”

Scribe chuckled. “Oh, I’d like to see you try that, dickhead, since this is a public building and I’m not doing anything wrong. But go ahead. Give it a try, I dare you.”

The mayor flustered, sputtering nonsense as his face turned beet red with anger before he turned and stormed back into his office, slamming the door behind him.

Scribe smiled, shaking his head as he rubbed his hands together, turning to face me. “Well, now that that’s taken care of. It’s five o’clock and quitting time. You ready to go?”

Chapter Thirteen

Scribe

There was a God in heaven, and he was shining his light down on me. I was sure of it now. Because the beautiful Henley Never, the woman whose beauty rivaled mine, was none other than the sultry Myst3ry_R3ader I jacked off to nightly.

Holy fuck, I still couldn’t believe it.

The second she looked up at me, with those ugly as fuck glasses on her face, accentuating her beautiful green eyes, everything clicked into place.

I knew I’d seen her somewhere and I was right.

I should have seen it sooner, but in my defense, I wasn’t entirely thinking clearly. With my sisters on my back, Bailey roping me into her drama, and my cleaning duties, I’d been a bit busy lately.

But I was back now and firing on all eight cylinders.

“What do you like to read?”

“Huh?” I muttered, opening the door to the library for her as she proceeded me inside. Following, I looked around the building and internally groaned.

I fucking hated the smell of libraries.

All those dusty, worn books.

The place smelled like an old lady’s house.

“You said there was a book you wanted to check out.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I confirmed, looking at the signs above the shelves. Seeing the romance section, I guided her to the back of the building. When she smirked, I asked, “What?”

“Didn’t peg you for a romance reader.”

“Generally, I’m not. I like history and law books, but when I want to relax, I like a good romance,” I said, hiding my smile.

If she only knew how many times I watched her live feeds on the internet, listening and cumming to her voice. The lovely, shy woman would bolt and disappear, never to be seen again.

“Law books?”

“Yeah. I’m the club’s attorney when I’m not on cleaning duty.”

I watched as she plucked a book from the shelf, reading the back cover. She was enchanting and didn’t even know it. Everything about her was magical. There was a mystery about her that I was dying to unravel. I couldn’t place it, but my gut was telling me that there was more to Henley Never than she allowed the world to see.

And I loved a good mystery.

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