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“Dude, there's nothing scary about that man.” “Dude! That man looks like he harvests people's organs and eats them for breakfast!” He exclaimed, and I couldn't help but scoff again. “Like, did you see his eyes? They were terrifying! He looked like those typical psychotic billionaires you normally read about in dark romance fiction.”

Her lips twitched as she looked at the man who was reading something like this when he was at work. She looked at the man who was in front of her, he had the book in his hands and from what she could see the man was engrossed so much in reading the book that he did not even notice that a shifter who was a born alpha was standing in front of him. Just what kind of scene was he reading that he couldn’t even sense that his natural enemy was standing in front of him, a part of her was distressed at the thought of such a man becoming the elder but a part of her was noticing the name of the book as well, she wanted to buy it once she goes back.

She closed her eyes, letting the image of the professor settle over her. In her mind, he was no longer just a stranger in a library. He was here, standing between her legs, his presence filling the space she had created. He was tall, broad shouldered, the kind of man who commanded a room without saying a word. She could see him in her mind's eye his shirt undone at the collar, revealing the strong line of his neck and the faint dusting of chest hair. His eyes were dark, unreadable, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own.

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.

Was there a man sitting next to Philip all this time? Philip was still chatting loudly to me and Francia, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying at all. My eyes and mind were focused on the man sitting opposite me. The man had ash blond hair, a very fine complexion, very long eyelashes and the hand that held the book that he was reading looked so refined like it had never known a day of hard work. Truthfully, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. Despite the fact that Philip was chatting away and the fact that I had just sat down opposite him at the table, the man didn’t even look up from the small notebook that he was reading. It was like he belonged in a parallel universe, and to him, we

Hello Everyone, I'm sorry to say that my computer broke, for the next days I'm not sure if I will continue the story, I'm going to public other one I have in drafts. It's another crazy online order. - I grumble, and Scarlett denies. -Oooh. What dirty book has Mr. Lindman ordered this time? - Snorts. The retired fireman has very eclectic taste in books. The first time we received a request for unusual erotic fiction, I had

"My name is Danielle Arnold with no parents. I stay with my Pa and I have come to work here as a clerk. I am good with economics and reading is my hobby." "Is that all?" The woman asked. "If I were to tell you all then we all wouldn't leave here today. Besides, you asked for a briefing." The last man who hadn't said anything nodded and went through my resume. "Are you good at reading? What is your favorite book?" The first man asked again. Just as I had predicted. "My favorite book is a book I haven't read at all but I have it at home. It was written by Adam Smith, 'the wealth of the nation.'"

Carter asks with a smile on his lips, and I shake my head, fighting the smile that is on my lips. “Nothing. Can I use these?” I ask as I point to the books and he nods his head with a smile as he begins to type away on his laptop. I grab a few books and take them to the desk when the door opens, and a man walks in. He is tall, athletic with blonde hair and brown eyes. He has glasses on and is handsome. Not otherworldly like the shifters or the gods, he is decent looking for a human. I look back down and open the book.

But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.

I have a pale skin and I hate it! I hate that I easily embarrass myself. I could feel myself frown and stare at the ground. I hate that my parents bring people over it gets me uncomfortable and I just don't like it at all. I wonder what his name is, or why he's even here, I've never seen him before, where did my dad even find him? "It's nice to meet you Charlotte, I'm Elijah." His voice was rougher than I had thought, I couldn't help the feeling it caused. And I felt ashamed for it, clearing my throat I quickly looked up at him and smiled before moving away from him.