He was lounging in a cubicle beside an outdated computer, hands shoved into the pockets of his faded jeans. A wavy lock of hair covered his forehead, brushing against thick lashes. His lips curled into a half smile. "I was wondering if you were ever going to find me." He made no move to clear up any space in the tiny 6x6 hole.
I dropped my bag outside the walls and hopped up on the desk opposite him. "Embarrassed someone would see you and think you're capable of reading?"
"I do have a reputation to maintain."
"And what a lovely reputation that is."
He stretched out his legs so that his feet were under mine. "So what did you want to talk about"-his voice lowered to a deep, sexy whisper-"in private?"
I shivered-and it had nothing to do with the temperature. "Not what you're hoping."
Daemon gave me a sexy smirk.
I dropped my bag outside the walls and hopped up on the desk opposite him. "Embarrassed someone would see you and think you're capable of reading?"
"I do have a reputation to maintain."
"And what a lovely reputation that is."
He stretched out his legs so that his feet were under mine. "So what did you want to talk about"-his voice lowered to a deep, sexy whisper-"in private?"
I shivered-and it had nothing to do with the temperature. "Not what you're hoping."
Daemon gave me a sexy smirk.
( Jennifer L. Armentrout )
[ Onyx ]
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