Chapter 52
Dana Murphy was distracted from Clio’s question regarding her plans for the last four days of existence by the man walking into the Suzzallo Library Reading Room. If there was ever a man who didn’t belong here, he was it. Tall, Italian right down to the narrow face, dark hair, and incredible s****l magnetism, and…He was coming their way. His red leather shoes slapping on the stone floor, which echoed off the ceiling in a way that none of the student’s sneakers ever did.
He oiled his way up behind Clio. Leaning over to nibble on her neck on one side, he slid a hand smoothly over her shoulder and went for her breast. Would have grabbed her right here in the library if Clio hadn’t bitten his arm first.
“Hey, Babe.” He oozed into the chair next to Clio and stretched out his long
