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the kind of people who would, you know,
want you to—”
    “Be exactly like my
older brother, Colton, who went to Yale undergrad and then Harvard
Business School, yes.”
    “Wow. That’s a
tough act to follow.”
    “I never even tried.”
Why was everything I said sounding bizarrely raw and vulnerable?
Where was Mr. Cool?
    “Is it that you don’t
like studying? Or school? Or reading?”
    Oh shit, a librarian
asking me if I didn’t like books. This wasn’t going well. “I’m
not good at it. I can’t sit still. And I don’t know, reading’s
never exactly been my thing. Takes me too long to get through it
all.”
    “Maybe you’re
dyslexic?”
    I shrugged. I’d had a
lot of labels thrown at me over my younger years and even I had
figured out that some wires in my brain must be crossed when it came
to making sense of all those jumbled words. But I’d moved around a
bunch and switched schools and it hadn’t even occurred to me to
think about it in years.
    “You know, there’s
nothing to be ashamed of about that,” she reassured me. “A lot of
people are dyslexic. Charles Schwab was dyslexic.” She looked up,
hope for me shining bright in her gorgeous eyes.
    I had to smile. I was
so used to people falling over themselves impressed with me, feeding
my larger-than-life ego. I loved that she thought I might need some
encouragement. “Do you think I have a chance to make something of
myself?” I teased.
    She laughed. “I don’t
mean that, Ash. You’re obviously crazy talented. I loved watching
you last night.”
    “You did?” I loved
hearing her say it. But she returned to her former subject.
    “I just mean, books
are a joy. And you might love reading if you learned some
strategies.”
    “Are you going to be
my reading tutor?” I leaned down, nuzzling her hair. Near her ear,
I whispered, “I’ve always been hot for teacher.”
    She laughed again,
though this time it sounded a bit more breathy.
    “Do you have a pair
of glasses you could wear? So you could look at me all stern?”
    “And then fling them
off?” She smiled up at me.
    “Or I’d fling them
off. That would be the first thing to go.” My gaze swept down her
body, her lush curves. I could practically see her naked, spread
before me on my bed.
    A flash shone from
behind a tree. Click. The moment had been captured. Right. We were
putting on a show. I saw it in her face, too, that reminder. Enough
with this public PR bullshit, I needed to get her alone.
    “Let’s get you a
hot chocolate and then head to my place.” I brought my hands up to
her shoulders and rubbed her, warming her up. It definitely warmed me
up.
    “Do we have time?”
She pulled out her phone, concerned. “You have a show tonight. I
wouldn’t want to make you late.”
    “We have time.”
What I had planned would happen hot and fast. Then later, after the
show, we could go slow, see how far I could take her before she
screamed in pleasure like she’d never known.
    Baseball cap pulled
down low, collar of my jacket up high, we entered into a small,
gourmet warming hut without too much notice. No angry mobs, just a
few eyes following us, but I was used to that. I got Ana her hot
chocolate with whipped cream on top—I’d like to lick some whipped
cream off of her top—and myself a cappuccino.
    She’d fallen silent,
and when I looked down I saw why. Underneath the counter ran a long
display of magazines. Us Weekly had leapt first into the fray, but People and Entertainment Weekly and followed suit, and pictures of the two of us took space on all of
their covers. The Rock Star and the Librarian. The press loved it.
But there were also a couple of rags, the type that claimed alien
abductions and paired celebrities with fake long-lost children. They
weren’t as kind to Ana. One had somehow found an unflattering photo
of her scowling and wrapped in a long, bulky coat. “Short, fat and
ugly!” Their headline yelled. “How did she get Ash? Is it black
magic?”
    She