Taming the Demon - Book 1 (Completed)

Chapter 4 - Jane

Saturdays are for studying. I do the bulk of my schoolwork on this day. It's really the only time I can get it done. Between working full time as a educational assistant at the local elementary school and helping Beatrice, I barely have time for myself and my classes. I love the old library just down the block from my apartment. When I'm not pressed for time, I like to wander in some of the older sections. There are books there that date back hundreds of years. Most have a thick layer of dust on them. I also wander around when I'm brainstorming ideas.

This is one of those days. I have to do a case study on a business owner that I find inspiring. But with the way the last few weeks have gone, my mind has been too distracted to even think about this assignment. I need to settle my thoughts and get this assignment started. As I wander through the back section, I read the titles as I walk by.

Reft Rob; Or, The Witch Of Scot-Muir, Commonly Called Madge The Snoover.

Socrates Out Of His Senses.

Wine And Walnuts.

The book titles are hilarious! Giggling to myself I notice a section of books that someone has touched recently. The dust has been disturbed and there are some books missing.

Odd. In all the years I’ve been in the library, this is the first time that I have seen books in this section taken out. 

Now my interest has been piqued. Following the obvious trail of handprints in the dust, as well as a few more missing books, I come to a brightly lit alcove. In it is one of those old tables that tilt for better reading and on it is a huge pile of books. As I approach I see movement from behind the stack. I take a peak and I am surprised to see the guy I ran into a few weeks ago. 

It was so weird. I was walking down a quiet street and I was positive there was no one else there. I glanced down at my phone when all of a sudden I walked right into someone. I looked up to see the single most attractive guy I have ever laid eyes on. Black hair, chiseled features, lips that begged to be kissed; I blushed as he caught me by the shoulders as I fell back. Stammering an apology, I quickly pulled out of his grip and hurried down the street before I did something stupid. When I had walked far enough away I glanced back. He was still standing where I left him, watching me. Luckily, at that time I was able to duck down a side street. I kept a watch all the way home to ensure he wasn’t following me. Looking back, he seemed more confused than upset about the encounter.

I decide to take the time now to really get a good look in, as he seemed lost in thought, I let my gaze follow the line of his body. Broad shoulders and muscular arms that barely seem contained in his shirt were raised with his hands linked behind his head. His eyes were half closed, but his face was still just as breathtaking as I remember. I swear the guy is a model or something.

I’m not one to take risks, but I have to at least get his name. At least I can have something to call him when I dream about him later. Steeling myself, I take the plunge.

“Excuse me.”

What am I doing! What makes you think that he would want anything to do with me!

Panicked thoughts flit through my head and I have to hold onto a chair to keep myself from bolting. I watch as he comes back to reality and focuses his attention on me.

His eyes! Oh god his eyes!

Piercing hazel eyes stare into my soul.

“Are you busy?” I manage to squeak out, immediately regretting my decision to interrupt him.

Then like magic, I see his gaze soften and all of a sudden he breaks into a smile. The change is so abrupt, I am stunned. Good thing I’m holding onto a chair because I'm pretty sure my knees just turned to jelly. Stretching like a cat, he straightens up in his chair, leans forward, and curls his lips into a sly grin.

What now dufus? Say something!

“Umm, sorry to bother you, but, uh … I was wondering if you would be able to help me.”

I mentally smack myself on my forehead. What am I talking about? What do I need help with? I try to not let my uncertainty show on my face, but I’m sure I’m failing horribly. I rack my brains for something to add. Do I need help finding a book? Reaching a book? My thoughts are racing. I don’t want to sound like an i***t, but I think that may be to late. I feel sweaty and shaky. I don’t think that I can do this!

I mumble an apology, then I try to turn to leave, but my legs don’t want to work anymore. My hand slips off the chair and suddenly sparks jump across my vision. I feel myself falling, almost in slow motion as my vision fades to black and darkness takes me.