Romans & histoires Not Quite By The Book

Ed just didn’t want to disrupt her enthusiasm. “And I might need to hear a direct review because I need a reason to finish it.” Ed showed a bookmark stuck about a third of the way into the book. “This book isn’t my favorite type, but I’ll finish it later. It seems like there are many interesting parts to come.” Ed didn’t say the book was bad, just that it wasn’t his preferred genre. “Yes. The further you go, the more interesting it gets. Many things aren’t apparent at the beginning.” Ruby clarified, glancing down at the book and turning through its pages.

“How long would you be borrowing these?” I take the books back to the desk and begin to pen down her details. I record the date and the book info, my hand shaking slightly. I wait for her to crack a joke or complain about the traffic. Nothing. “Did I do something wrong?” The question comes out of my mouth before I can stop it, desperate. “Nope,” she answers. Her voice is monotonous, stripped of its usual warmth. “Just ‘nope’? Are you sure? If I overstepped with the business advice or if something happened with the deal...”

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Scared of being caught, I drop the Breeder on the floor and lean onto the shelf. Using as deep a voice as I can produce, I reply, “Uh, browsing for a book.” “What was that sound?” When the Breeder hit the floor, it was a little louder than I intended. “Uhm… encyclopedia,” I say. Quickly, I grab a large book off of the shelf, which may or may not be an actual encyclopedia, and drop it onto the ground next to the Breeder’s head. “Never had much use for them.”

“Fuck yeah. It’s better than what you’re doing, sitting in here by yourself.” “Do you even know what I’m doing?” His eyes fell to my desk. “Studying? Or plotting out your course around campus?” Well. “What if I told you neither?” He snickered. “I wouldn't believe you one bit. You’re one of those girls. I can already tell.” “One of those girls? What does that mean?” He shrugged. “The kind of girls that have already cracked open their books and smelled them.” “What’s wrong with something like that? Maybe people like the way a fresh book smells.”

It could be stronger for some and softer for others. But the book was vague. It spoke in riddles more than explanations. I frowned. “That’s it?” I muttered. I flipped through a few more pages but found nothing new. It did not explain the mark clearly. It did not explain the pull I felt toward Lucien. Disappointed, I closed the book and stood up. “I’ll try another one,” I said quietly. As I turned to move toward the shelves, my hand brushed against my hair. The pin loosened.

She opens it and almost drops it to the floor. Ann gurgled with laughter at her reaction. She said in an amused voice, “It’s okay. I know it’s a shock to your innocent mind but these will teach you how to please him if he comes for you.” “The things we do for affection…” she murmured to herself, gingerly opening the book. She blushed at the images of the book. “Is this even possible?” she whispered in shock and awe. The maid grinned and gently stroke her hair, “You will be a surprised child of the extent men and women would do please each other.”

“Her grammar is very messy and it appears she’s using some inaccurate information in this report. I read the book she used for a topic and some of these quotes aren’t from the book, so they have no business being in quotes. However, it makes for a good read, and everything is spelled correctly. This isn’t a failing grade, maybe a D at best.” “I was confused with the quotes because I also don’t remember any of that being in this book,” she said, peering up at him. “I knew you’d know for sure. Thank you, Professor Evergreen.” He nodded and returned to his seat, much to her dismay. She wanted him to remain close to her, but she knew stuff like that would happen in due time.

Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet? Blame my hormones. I'm an 19 years old girl. I'm not supposed to feel like a 17 years old dude! Shoot. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading? 'Microeconometrics in Business Management.' A sigh of relief escapes my lips. At least, it isn't some kind of p**n magazine. I don't want a pervert hanging around in my brother's house. Our house, now. My parents' house, technically. Whatever.

“Last year, about half had to drop out. This year, it’s already worse than that because of the heat.” “Ouch. Glad I’m sitting in an air conditioned mansion.” I took a long sip of my margarita to emphasize the point. Andre grinned. “Cheers to that.” He took a gulp of his own, put down the glass, and then pulled out a notepad covered with scribbles. “What is that? A book report?” “I took some notes,” he said defensively. “I wanted to give your book the seriousness it deserved.” “Well now I feel bad. I kept all my opinions in my head.”