him cautiously. “How can I help you?”
“I hope you can help me find Sologirl.”
Her eyes widened, then shot over to Beth.
“I’ve never heard of Sologirl,” Beth chirped. “Is it fiction or nonfiction?”
“I’ve got this one.” Alisa jumped up from her chair and raced around the desk, ignoring Beth’s surprised look. She took the stranger’s arm and pulled him firmly toward the stacks. “I think I’ve seen it in the graphic novels.”
When they reached the cover of the tall shelves, Alisa dropped his arm. “Who are you?”
“Mark Winters,” he said, holding out his hand. “SoloPlay Enterprises.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
His laugh was loud in the quiet room, but not as loud as her thudding heart.
Alisa shushed him. “Nobody knows about SoloPlay here, and I want to keep it that way.” Her whisper was sharp. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have said no,” he replied, taking her hand.
Mark watched the creep of red on her pale skin. His blood was rising in his veins too. Crystal’s cryptic comments and Sologirl’s sexy e-mails notwithstanding, he hadn’t expected Sologirl to be so hot. Alisa Mane looked like a delicate china doll, all pink and white and blue-eyed, her long, dark lashes blinking furiously against her rosy cheeks as she tugged her warm hand out of his grasp.
“Is it a question of money?” he asked.
“No! Don’t talk about that here! This is a library—” He watched her lips move as she searched for the right words and imagined them parted, showing even, white teeth as she pleasured herself with a SoloPlay toy.
“That’s such a stereotype.” Mark ignored her fierce glare. “I’ve definitely seen a few movies where the staid librarian whips off her glasses, takes down her hair—”
“Shut up!”
“What’s the matter, Sologirl, can’t take the heat?” he challenged.
Mark knew what kind of a woman was hiding out under the hands-off librarian outfit. The low heels, modest neckline and the skirt cut precisely at the knee did not fool him. Alisa whirled and beckoned him deeper into the stacks. As she turned, he saw a quick flash of bare flesh above her knee and maybe the hint of a garter. His cock jumped. Nope, not perfectly prim and proper at all. He thought of the money he would have to shell out to multiple DoublePlay testers until his cock finally cooperated and he could follow her without embarrassing himself.
When they reached the back wall of the library, Sologirl stopped and whirled to face him. “You aren’t supposed to know who I am! What about SoloPlay’s privacy policy? Identity protection? How dare you come here! If anyone overhears us—” she hissed.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked. “No one will guess what we’re talking about.”
“I’m afraid one of my very perceptive colleagues will figure it out! Librarians are information specialists, and the library world is not exactly a hotbed of liberal sexual politics, either. One keyword search on the Internet and I can kiss my job goodbye. If I hear you say the words,” she lowered her voice, “Sologirl or SoloPlay again, this conversation is over.”
“Fine. Can I say DoublePlay?”
“No.”
“That makes my pitch a little difficult.”
“You chose to come here, buddy.” She crossed her arms.
“It was the only address I had.”
Sologirl’s gaze pinned him to the stacks. “How did you get it?”
He hesitated. “Crystal said to tell you she sent me.”
He watched emotions play across her features. Shock. Then anger. The idea that if Crystal knew what sort of lube Sologirl preferred then they might have been lovers raced through his mind. Just as swiftly, he rejected it and repressed the stab of accompanying jealousy. Mark would stake his life, his health and the success of the DoublePlay line on the fact that Sologirl liked men.
“You liked BodyVibe,” he began.
Alisa’s blue eyes flashed, darkened. He continued
“I hope you can help me find Sologirl.”
Her eyes widened, then shot over to Beth.
“I’ve never heard of Sologirl,” Beth chirped. “Is it fiction or nonfiction?”
“I’ve got this one.” Alisa jumped up from her chair and raced around the desk, ignoring Beth’s surprised look. She took the stranger’s arm and pulled him firmly toward the stacks. “I think I’ve seen it in the graphic novels.”
When they reached the cover of the tall shelves, Alisa dropped his arm. “Who are you?”
“Mark Winters,” he said, holding out his hand. “SoloPlay Enterprises.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
His laugh was loud in the quiet room, but not as loud as her thudding heart.
Alisa shushed him. “Nobody knows about SoloPlay here, and I want to keep it that way.” Her whisper was sharp. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have said no,” he replied, taking her hand.
Mark watched the creep of red on her pale skin. His blood was rising in his veins too. Crystal’s cryptic comments and Sologirl’s sexy e-mails notwithstanding, he hadn’t expected Sologirl to be so hot. Alisa Mane looked like a delicate china doll, all pink and white and blue-eyed, her long, dark lashes blinking furiously against her rosy cheeks as she tugged her warm hand out of his grasp.
“Is it a question of money?” he asked.
“No! Don’t talk about that here! This is a library—” He watched her lips move as she searched for the right words and imagined them parted, showing even, white teeth as she pleasured herself with a SoloPlay toy.
“That’s such a stereotype.” Mark ignored her fierce glare. “I’ve definitely seen a few movies where the staid librarian whips off her glasses, takes down her hair—”
“Shut up!”
“What’s the matter, Sologirl, can’t take the heat?” he challenged.
Mark knew what kind of a woman was hiding out under the hands-off librarian outfit. The low heels, modest neckline and the skirt cut precisely at the knee did not fool him. Alisa whirled and beckoned him deeper into the stacks. As she turned, he saw a quick flash of bare flesh above her knee and maybe the hint of a garter. His cock jumped. Nope, not perfectly prim and proper at all. He thought of the money he would have to shell out to multiple DoublePlay testers until his cock finally cooperated and he could follow her without embarrassing himself.
When they reached the back wall of the library, Sologirl stopped and whirled to face him. “You aren’t supposed to know who I am! What about SoloPlay’s privacy policy? Identity protection? How dare you come here! If anyone overhears us—” she hissed.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked. “No one will guess what we’re talking about.”
“I’m afraid one of my very perceptive colleagues will figure it out! Librarians are information specialists, and the library world is not exactly a hotbed of liberal sexual politics, either. One keyword search on the Internet and I can kiss my job goodbye. If I hear you say the words,” she lowered her voice, “Sologirl or SoloPlay again, this conversation is over.”
“Fine. Can I say DoublePlay?”
“No.”
“That makes my pitch a little difficult.”
“You chose to come here, buddy.” She crossed her arms.
“It was the only address I had.”
Sologirl’s gaze pinned him to the stacks. “How did you get it?”
He hesitated. “Crystal said to tell you she sent me.”
He watched emotions play across her features. Shock. Then anger. The idea that if Crystal knew what sort of lube Sologirl preferred then they might have been lovers raced through his mind. Just as swiftly, he rejected it and repressed the stab of accompanying jealousy. Mark would stake his life, his health and the success of the DoublePlay line on the fact that Sologirl liked men.
“You liked BodyVibe,” he began.
Alisa’s blue eyes flashed, darkened. He continued
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