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I shrug. “I had no idea it was worth anything.”
Verity mutters something that sounds a lot like “amateurs” under her breath.
“I’m going to have a Greek salad, I think,” I say without opening the menu. I read it while I was waiting for Verity earlier and only used it as an excuse to let her have a look at the book.
“Snakes alive! There’s so much choice,” Alice exclaims, adding to her pun toll. “I’m going to have the scale salad. I mean kale, the kale salad.”
Kill me now. I wonder how long the snake jokes will continue. Does Alice have a stash of them memorized?
“Alice, can you order for me? I’m going to look at this book a little more,” Verity says without lifting her eyes.
I can see she’s no longer interested in food. She’s enthralled with the book … but that means she isn’t paying attention to me either. I’ll deal with that for now.
We order our food, and Alice resorts to surfing on her phone while I amuse myself watching Verity absorbed in the book, turning each page with careful admiration.
“There’s so much to decipher here, Gideon. It could take years. And I can’t wait to see the photos of the Lenayovitch Tome,” she says excitedly, her eyes as high as she dares to raise them—somewhere around my mouth this time.
I cast a cautious look around. “It’s getting a bit too loud in here to talk about the book, and there are too many curious ears. How about we meet at the Supernatural Library tomorrow morning and go over it properly?” I suggest casually.
“Yes, that’s fine with me. I don’t have any appointments in the morning, so I can meet you,” Verity agrees, gently closing the book with a look of regret. She sighs as she hands it to me. “We should put it away before our food comes, anyway. We don’t want to stain it.”
“No, we don’t.” I nod, not feeling nearly as reverent about the book as Verity. It’s a means to an end for me—a way to spend time with this fascinating human.
“So, do you have many books like that?” Alice asks, tipping her chin toward the laptop bag where I store the Elysian Chronicles.
“An entire library full of them,” I answer with aslight smile. Can I tempt Verity with the promise of even more books?
“Oh, that must be wonderful for you,” Verity says, her eyes rising to my nose now. “I can’t imagine having that many ancient manuscripts to read. I know I can see many of them at the library, but it’s not the same as owning them yourself.”
“I guess I’m used to it. I had a lot of books passed down to me from many generations, and I’ll pass them on to my children if I ever have them. I’d be happy to show you what I have.” I shrug, not as impressed with manuscripts as Verity. “I prefer the art and the ideas from ancient times, although I guess some of those ideas will be found in the manuscripts that families like mine have hoarded.”
“I can’t imagine growing up with all that knowledge within reach.” Verity rests her elbows on the table and props her chin on her hands. She has a faraway look in her eyes that fascinates me. Is she imagining herself as a child, opening all those books?
I picture her in my library, sprawled out naked on a blanket in front of my fireplace. My cock swells behind my zipper, and I adjust myself discreetly, not wanting to give my thoughts away.
“So, what do you do, Gideon? Does it have anything to do with hammers and adders, uh, I mean ladders, or are you a civil serpent?” Alice asks, reminding me that she’s here.
I’ve been so engrossed in fantasies of Verity on that blanket that I forgot about her. And her fucking puns.
“I run a security company and take care of the finances for the family businesses,” I answer. Technically, I don’t have to work because my family is one of the richest on the planet. They own many businesses, and I spend most of my workday keeping track of them all.
“Oh, wow. That sounds cool,” Alice says, her eyes gleaming with interest.
I chuckle. “Keeps me out of mischief. Mostly.”
“Are there any copies of the book?” Verity speaks up, her eyes lingering on my left cheek now. “You know, black and white copies, something we wouldn’t have to worry about damaging?”She strokes the white tablecloth as though touching the old leather of the manuscript.
I watch her, fascinated with how small her hands are and how much smaller they’d look wrapped around my cock.
I clear my throat before shaking my head. “No, but I may be able to scan it. A copy machine would damage the ink.”
“Oh,that would be good. I’d be able to enlarge the letters then and have a good look at it all.” Verity’s delight is written all over her face.
Her excitement makes me feel a little guilty about what I want from her. What I really want, that is.
And what I want is to have her beneath me, over me, riding me until we both explode. However she wants it and in every position I can think of.
She’s a scholar and seems like a woman focused on her career. Is she so focused that she’s oblivious to the spark between us? I feel it every time I’m near her, every time her husky voice teases my senses.
