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“The market went up two fucking points,” he said instead.

This guy was getting off on his investments appreciating while there was a gorgeous girl massaging his dick with her breasts. I couldn’t help it, I laughed. It was just too ridiculous.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle the outburst. I might have gotten away with it if this asshole didn’t have the hearing of a dog, or something.

His head whipped to the side, and our eyes met.

Well, this was a little embarrassing, considering I was just standing there, at the edge of the stacks, watching, but there was nothing I could do about it now. He’d seen me, and his gaze felt like it had pinned me to the wall. It was commanding. Suffocating, somehow. It was like his hands had reached up and grabbed me by the throat.

His hazel eyes met mine, just as his mouth dropped open and a guttural groan left him.

His eyebrows drew together, his jaw clenched, and he swore at the same time Lisa gasped.

He was coming.

Veins in his strong neck pulsed, his full, rude-as-hell mouth spitting out a string of cuss words. A flicker of heat twinged in my belly.

That feeling broke the spell his eyes had cast over me, and I stepped back, dragging the cart with me, and turned into the next stack over, ripping my attention from the carnal sight. The shocking pang of heat when I’d watched him had broken that damn paralysis that seemed to descend over me more often than I could stand. This guy wasn’thim. He was just a random fuckboy being an asshole in a library. The man from my nightmares was dead.

I calmly finished shelving the two remaining books on my cart, then headed for the elevator. I wondered what the aftermath of that kind of hookup would look like, considering how much of an ass the guy seemed to be.

I yanked my other headphone out of my ear so I could hear better. I’d never not be a gossip. It was in my blood. There was the girl’s soft voice, and nothing from him.Dickhead.Had he even helped clean up his mess? I reached the elevator and slapped at the call button a few times.

“Hold the lift,” a deep voice called behind me.

The elevator arrived, dragging the heavy cart along as I went. I could see him now, striding along the stacks toward me.

“I said hold the lift,” he called again when I made no move to press the hold button.

Instead, I rooted in my pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues.

“Clean up your mess first, Wall Street wannabe,” I said and threw the pack of tissues.

They sailed through the air and, with an aim I’d never even imagined I could have, hit him on the side of the head.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the accuracy and his expression as the doors started to close, too far away for him to reach.

Oops.

Selena

ONE WEEK LATER

Auditions,

Next Friday at 10 a.m.

Hade Harbor University Drama Department presents:

Much Ado About Nothing.

The paper was tapedup on the door of the drama department’s office. It wasn’t exactly in the middle of the door, and it hung slightly crooked and had three strips of tape. I knew that because I’d stared at it over fifty times in the last few days.

I pulled open the heavy door, a stack of books in my hand, and shouted out for someone to come and take them from me. I’d picked up a part-time job in the library. It was a pity position tossed to me by the guidance counselor who’d conducted my leave request interview last year.

I hadn’t been in the best shape. My obvious mental breakdown must have left an impression.

Now, I was less than a week into being back at school for sophomore year. My friends were all juniors now, but I’d taken a year off to crawl out to California and lick my wounds.