Sinful Thoughts
“It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?”
I rolled my eyes. Men these days had no shame. They just went up to women anywhere and asked for sex.
After taking my book back, I stuffed it in my purse. “Is this how you pick up women? You go to the bookstore and try to get them to go home with you?”
He let his eyes roam down my body and shrugged. “Maybe …” His smirk widened. “You know, I find girls like you—the quiet, shy bookworms—always the most fun.”