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dirty little secret has turned into a nice long string of dirty little fantasies. Because right now, a whole bunch of them are rolling happily through my head. Hmmm, I suppose I won't be wringing Ms. Fisk's scrawny neck after all. I may actually have to thank the old bat for setting this up.
    Slouching a little lower in my chair, I can't help but stare. This whole situation could turn out extremely well for me if I play my cards right. Which, let's face, I usually do. I may have been thrown off my game on Friday night, but that won’t be happing again.
    Beer Girl isn't going to know which end is up when I'm through with her. I'm trying my damnedest to wipe the grin off my face but I don't think it's working.
    As if sensing danger, she slowly cocks her head to the side. "I know exactly what you're thinking, Montgomery, and it's not going to happen. Not in your wettest wildest dreams. So let’s just drop it and focus on the reason we're here today. And that would be your lousy grades."
    That's it. I can't contain the smile any longer. And honestly, she pretty much asked for it. I like to call this my panty dropper smile . I won't go into specifics as to why I refer to it as such. Let's just say that it's extremely effective. "Excuse me?" I murmur in my most offended voice, "I'm extremely focused on my school work. That's the whole reason I agreed to this. I'm all about improving my grades."
    Pursing her lips, she slowly shakes her head back and forth. "You've been here a whole five minutes and already I'm having to call bullshit. Another point against you, Parker."
    I do my best to look wounded by her words. "That hurts, Jordan." Then I point to my heart. "Right here." I like the way her name tastes on my lips. I think I'm going to like the way lots of things taste on my lips...
    She snorts as if she's not buying what I'm selling. Which, in all honesty, is a first for me. "I think you need to lower that hand a good eighteen inches. Because that's where you're probably feeling it. Or should I say, that's where you're not going to be feeling it."
    And just like that, a gauntlet has been thrown down.
    Even though it won’t do a damn bit of good, I can’t resist giving her a warning. "If you know what's good for you, you won't throw around statements like that," I close my eyes briefly as if pained by her words, "because all you're doing is setting this up to be a challenge. And I don't think you want to do that." Opening my eyes, I aim them straight at her. Then I lean forward before whispering softly, "There's absolutely nothing more that I love than a good challenge. And I swear if I bring my A game, you'll never know what hit you."
    Instead of backing off like I expect, she scoots in closer until our faces are mere inches apart. I can see the ridiculous amount of gold churning with in her gorgeous green eyes. The color kind of reminds me of freshly mowed grass and I can't help but lean forward a bit more as if drawn to them. Her words are just as quietly uttered, "Bring it, Montgomery, because I can assure you that you won't be hitting anything of mine with anything of yours anytime soon. That's a promise."
    "I would strongly advise against making promises you can't keep. It'll only make you feel foolish when you finally give in. And there's absolutely no doubt in my mind that you won’t surrender sooner rather later." This conversation has turned out to be a serious turn on. I just want to go all caveman on this girl and toss her over my shoulder before hightailing it out of here. But I'm fairly certain that would be frowned upon by the library staff and perhaps even by a few of the other patrons. So, I’ll refrain. There'll be enough time for that later. Right now, I'm savoring this little cat and mouse game we have going on between us.
    This girl is totally giving me the business. And yeah, I am absolutely loving it. What I can't decide is if her attitude is a game or if she's genuinely not interested.
    I mean, is it