Cherié

Chapter 1

Prologue

The plump beauties just out of my reach, made the hunger deep in my loins excape my lips like a primal roar. “Now, isn’t the time to tease Fancyface.”

Her hands masterfully navigated my body. She grabbed the crop. “Bad boys get punished Professor.” She leaned in close. The heat of her body taunted me, as she whispered in my ear, “Those are the rules you agreed to. You’re all mine now. However and whenever I want.”

4 months ago

I walked into the library wagon in hand. And there were no stares, no one to walk around, and an almost deafening silence. I breath in the familiar smell of coffee and paper. This had instantly become my home. Just had yet to experience it so late at night. For the past three nights I’ve been on a monster and 5 hour energy deep dive in to the chemical structure to a new specimen I developed. I needed to see three books and return the wagon full I had, but no one was at the front desk. I looked around and besides the two younger students there was no one here.

I rang the buzzer on the desk and after 5 minutes I rang it two more times. "I hear you just give me a second," an angry voice called from the back office. After another ten minutes no one came so I rang it again. The voice came from behind me this time. "I'm helping another student, could you please be patient."

I turned to see a young African American woman in thick glasses glaring at me. Beside her stood a young man that looked on the verge of crisis behind her. "I need to return these," I said.

She was dressed plainly in a thick grey sweater that hugged her voluptuous bust. Her Jeans were baggy and flared and her black timberland boots completed the picture before me.

She looked down at the wagon full of books and grimaced. "Leave them and I'll get to it." She turned her attention back to the other student. "Let's go up to the study labs and I'll get you set up."

"How long will that take," I was annoyed at the lack of service and her attitude was an atrocity. What I needed would take the betterment of 2 minutes. I’ve already wasted 15 minutes of my life and caffeine high.

"As long as it needs to," She said with a sweet smile tugging on her plump lips, but nothing but malice in the amber flicker in her bright eyes. That pissed me off and she didn’t hide that she knew that.

"Look, I don't have time for this. Is there anyone else working?" I begged.

She ran her tongue across her teeth and took a deep breath. "Just me for the moment."

"Cher, I'll get started you can help him," The young man interjected.

He was thinking. Too bad she was too busy flirting with this guy to do her job right. "Thank you," I said.

She cut her eyes at me once more, however, she rolled them as she turned to the elevator. "I will get to him when I'm done with you Oscar. Let's go so I can get back."

I was on the verge of cursing her out when she walked over to the newly arrived elevator and gestured for Oscar to join her. He did as she told him. I stood there and fumed as the smirk on her face widened behind the closing doors.

I waited for another 10 minutes before she returned. This time from the back office. She quietly removed my books from the wagon and once all were on the desk she proceeded to check them in and place them on the return cart. Never once did she look up at me or acknowledge my presence. I stood there for a few seconds before I rang the call bell.

Her eyes cut up from the computer screen and she let out an annoyed sigh. The fire in her eyes looked too good to be fueled by hate. After a moment she went back to what she was doing. "Can you help me?" I yelled at her.

"Not with that attitude," she said in the softest tone. As she nonchalantly continued her work.

"Look you're being"-

"I'm being...” her eyes cut up towards me with that same fire behind them. She looked like she wanted to eat me alive. “What am I being sir," She said in the most condescending tone I've ever heard.

She was clearly enjoying toying with me. And that look in her eyes said she wanted to do much more to me. That attitude has to go, I thought. "An ass."

She laughed. "Takes one I guess." She replied and smiled as she shrugged. In an instant her mood changed. Women. "What do you need sir?"

She was laying it on thick now. "I'm too young to be a sir," I said hoping that would deter her from using that word. It sounded so divine coming off her lips.

"I was merely trying to not be an ass, sir." She said as she forged innocent.

Okay that made me laugh. "I'm looking for these books. They’re usually in the back."

I gave her the slip of paper with the call numbers. "You don't peg me as the chemistry type. I'd give you physics." She soon walked to the back and quickly retrieved my books. "This"-

"Can't leave the library and I can only keep it for up to 10 hours."

"Correct," she said. "Can I have your student Id?"

I looked through my wallet and my id was in my other wallet…at home. "f**k,” I cursed. Today was really shaping up to be a winner. "Look I obviously go here or I wouldn't have those books. Can you just let me use it?” My frustration came back tenfold.

“Yep, that’s not how things work. Good thing you’re not in business,” she said with a deep throaty laugh. “I need your photo id.”

“For what?” I asked as I fished for my license in my wallet.

“I have to keep it until you return the books.”

I yanked my license from my wallet and handed it over to her. “Enjoy,” she said and went back to work.

It wasn’t long before I encountered the menace again, this time, she vacuumed by where I attempted to read . She really knew the right ways to annoy a person. “Is there any way you can-NOT do that now,” I asked her.

“If only,” she yelled over the vacuums noisy motor.

“Can you unlock the study room? ” I tilted my head in the direction of the library.

“I’ll be done in five minutes.” I didn’t like the way she dismissed my request like she was my boss.

“That’s five minutes of my life I’ll never get back,” I said.

“Or, you stop being entitled and self-centered, long enough to think about the fact that this isn’t my job, but here I am doing it. So you can suffer through these five minutes or leave.”

What the hell made me entitled-because I expected her to do her job. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was falling behind my deadline, I hadn’t slept in the turn of 4 days, and I could feel my stomach eating itself. I weathered all of that just for this bullshit. “Look I don’t know who pissed in your cheerios this morning, but you’re belligerent, condescending, and a bitch.”