Cherié

Chapter 2

“Look I don’t know who pissed in your cheerios this morning, but you’re belligerent, condescending, and a bitch.” I know, I’m a f*****g i***t. “You f*****g i***t?” I mentally yelled to myself as the words left the tip of my tongue.

My eyes widened because she was about to slap me. Not that it wasn’t warranted. And just as quickly as her hand raised in the air, she was off to the staircase and down the steps. Not my finest moment, but damn she was annoying and crazy. That didn’t change the fact that I had to fix this.

I didn’t see her the rest of my time there. When I went to return the book the kid from earlier was behind the desk. I didn’t mind not seeing her again, but I did want to apologize for my verbiage. “Is the woman that was here earlier still working?”

“Uhuh… Nah.” He shrugged. It was obviously a lie. And, man was this kid a horrible liar.

“I want to see her now.” I said raising my voice enough that it echoed in the empty room.

“Uhm.”

“Go get her,” I yelled.

-“Leave him alone,” she yelled from the back office.

“I need to talk to you.”

-“I’m busy he can help you.”

“If you don’t come out, I’ll come back there.”

-“I’ll call security,” she said trying to threaten me.

-“I don’t care.”

“You wouldn’t.” She walked out and glared at me as she carried a stack of books with her to the lower level.

I followed behind her. “Look I shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?” she asked in that sweet innocent voice she pulled earlier.

“What I said earlier?”

“And that was?” she turned to face me and raised her brow.

I growled this girl was ticking me off. I was trying to be sensitive and gentle, but that’s not what she needed.

“If you don’t have the balls to say it again then maybe it’s something you need to remove from your vocabulary. And I could easily say the same about you and your sense of entitlement. But I’m sure the world bends to your pasty will. However, this is my world between the hours of 10 and 7. Whatever macho energy you got going on. Leave it outside.”

I was done with this and her. “I’m reporting you,” I was tired of this and she did not need to be here if this was her attitude.

She grabbed a suggestion form and the pen from next to the box. “Be my guest.” She walked away and like that I was determined to make sure she got everything a brat deserved. Mostly a hard spanking on her fat ass.

I had informed the head of the library about Cher’s behavior and it was news to her. Apparently, Cher was one of the best Librarians they had and the students were heart broken when she left last year. Now she was back and only worked the latest shift she could get 10pm to 7 am, though she was on call 2am to 7am. And the big question I had was why?

Something about her was intriguing just as much as infuriating. I was no brat tamer, but I knew owning her would be rewarding. I returned to the library every night at 9:45pm and stayed until 2 am. Every night she walked around as if she couldn’t see me. Until tonight. It was half pass 10 and Oscar was no where in sight. She sat quietly at the front desk and I watched her. It was a stormy winter’s night so I knew no one would dear come, but here she was. That told me she was committed and I love a committed sub.

“Got a ride home tonight. Oscar usually takes you right?”

She looked up from her book. “Do you need help with anything sir?”

“I told you I’m too young to be called sir.”

“If you don’t need anything I suggest you get back to your work, sir.”

“Cher, I just want to make sure you get home safe. It’s looking pretty bad out there.”

“First off it’s Cherie only my friends call me Cher. And, I’ll just get a cab. “

“You’d get into a stranger’s car but riding with me is out of the question?”

“I don’t want to kill a stranger. You on the other hand I wouldn’t mind.” The glare she threw my way was glacial.

Now I knew the feeling was mutual and it was amusing. “I’m sorry you feel that way,” I laughed.

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m sure you are.”

“Can you at least call me Charlie.”

“Charles Manson? It fits.”

“Charles Crawford.”

-“Yeah, I’m sticking with Manson,” she smirked.

“You’re a wonder.”

“Is that worse or better than a b***h?”

That was the dumbest mistake of my life. “There is no making up for that is there? We’re not getting past that are we?”

“No way Manson. Not a chance in hell.”