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chastises me for being unutterably stupid for starting all this, while Gwen the wannabe libertine and sensualist grins inside and thinks ‘Oh boy! Oh, boy oh boy oh boy!’
    Daniel shuffles the pages, apparently rereading. Or perhaps he’s just unable to look up and meet my eyes? I let him carry on. Reading. Blinking. Getting harder. It just gives me more time to check out his package.
    Judging by the way the denim at his crotch is bulging, he’s deliciously big. As much a titan in the physical endowments department as he is in the realms of learning. As I watch, he shifts on the bench ever so slightly. I guess that he’s uncomfortably positioned inside his jeans, but is fighting the urge to do something about it.
    ‘Goodness me,’ he says at length, earlobes a touch rosy again. ‘When did you receive this? And how?’ He folds the letter between his long fingers, eyeing it as if he’s handling a rare and especially poisonous species of viper, yet is still apparently reluctant to let go of it. ‘It’s serious, you know … the sort of man who writes something like this could be very dangerous. It might be wise to report this to the library’s security. Just to be on the safe side.’
    He’s right, but I’m not going to do it. And not just because I don’t like being told what to do, or because those security thugs would have a field day of sniggering over it. No, it’s because of my gut feeling about Nemesis: that, despite his kinkiness, he’s fundamentally benign, and he genuinely likes me. OK, so maybe I am behaving too stupidly to live, but how often does a man tell you he worships and adores you?
    ‘It was in the library’s suggestion box, personally addressed to me.’ I fold the sheets again, feeling a shimmer of arousal as if the very paper is drenched in an aphrodisiac. A potion that works on Daniel Brewster’s loins just as it does mine. ‘It was there when I opened it up at ten o’clock.’
    He shifts uneasily in his seat and I watch the play of emotions on his face. There’s indignation, excitement, puzzlement and perhaps, possibly, jealousy. I hide a smile. Does he wish
he’d
sent the letter? Has he been wanting to shake off his scholarly image and get frisky with me for weeks now, and he’s furious because he’s been beaten to the post by Nemesis? It’s a delicious thought and, if true, great for my ego. He’s a superstar of sorts, and I’m just a rather average, slightly overweight librarian.
    ‘What will you do?’ He gives me an intense look, eyes dark as espresso behind his elegant lenses. With a swift, agitated gesture, he sweeps a dangling black curl away from his brow.
    ‘Well, nothing just yet. It’s just one note. There may never be another.’
    Now there’s a thought. And one I should welcome. But instead it makes me feel deflated and depressed. There’s been a scarcity of erotic excitement in my life for a long time now – in fact there never was much – but suddenly I’ve got a taste of it and my appetite is roaring. What will Nemesis say next? How far will he go?
    ‘This could be a very dangerous individual, Gwendolynne.’ Daniel’s still frowning and edgy. But he’s also still stiff behind the fly of his jeans. I sense that, as a man of reason and analysis, he’s slightly cross with himself for getting turned on, and that only reinforces my fanciful idea that he might be jealous.
    I wonder how he would approach a woman? And what ploys he’d use to get her into bed, or simply persuade her to allow him to touch her?
    He steeples his fingertips as if he’s debating with himself, and I feel like telling him he wouldn’t have to try very hard with me. I’m all over his delicious, quirky male beauty and I’d succumb to him at the drop of a rare history text. No flirting, no dinner dates, no presents – none of that stuff required. Not even any saucy but delightfully poetic letters.
    Shocking as it seems, I’d do him right now. If I got a chance.
    ‘Don’t