The Librarian's Secret

Light was at a bare minimum as I searched to locate all of my belongings. Dressed, I quietly
opened the door, when I heard a whispered husky voice behind me.

“Going somewhere?”

I startled, spinning. I hadn’t heard a thing from the bedroom. Facing him, those dark eyes
scintillated with sultry promise if I but looked.

He stood completely naked, completely at ease, lounging against the doorframe to the bedroom
across the suite.

“I have my own room,” I explained, letting the door rest, not quite shut behind my back.

He straightened and walked up to me, coaxing my fingers away from the door. It closed with a
locking snick when he pushed it closed. “The only way you’re getting out of here is if you take me with
you.”

I frowned. “I’m not staying and you aren’t going with me, Cory.”

“I am,” he insisted, dipping down to press kisses to my throat. My pulse beat in answer, but I
firmed my resolve. The night was over. “Or you can stay here with me, with the two lovebirds. I
enjoyed it, but I have something on my mind that I haven’t been able to forget.”

He’s a slick talker, isn’t he?

Blood pounded with renewed heat even though I ordered myself to ignore the gorgeous male in
front of me. “What?” I asked, well aware I shouldn’t humor him, but it’s so damned hard not to.

“You.”