Chapter 2
APOLLO
“The… The what?” she asked, all the color rushing to her face. She yanked off her headphones and hurried to grab her phone from the table, fingers hastily tapping on the screen to stop the book. “Oh, my God.”
“Didn’t peg you for the porn-loving type,” I hummed.
Somehow, her face grew redder, and she sunk into the seat. “It’s not porn. It’s romance.”
“Romance, huh? Didn’t sound like that from all the moaning.”
She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s… research.”
I sat beside her and leaned closer, unable to bite back the smirk on my lips. The scent of herbs, almost like bay leaves that Mom used to add to my soup when I was a kid, drifted through my nose, so soft and subtle.
Never did I ever think that I’d find a nerd’s sex life so interesting, but here I was.
“Research, huh?”
“It is research,” she said, turning her face away. “Besides, I doubt you’d understand.”
My eyes widened. Most girls would be falling over themselves to keep my attention. But her? She was trying to push me away, and Gods, I fucking loved it. The good-girl types always squirmed the most when I got under their skin.
“Oh, baby,” I murmured, one hand on her knee. “I could teach you.”
As if she gathered back the courage, she cleared her throat and placed her environmental book between us. “Don’t think you know too much about deforestation, do you? Anything about trees? No? Didn’t think so.”
“You know, you’re not too good at changing the subject, Little Miss Porn Addict.”
“It wasn’t porn!” she whisper-yelled, her cheeks reddening again. “Stop saying that!”
“Maybe you can enlighten me sometime about what all that dirty talking was,” I offered.
She shuffled in her seat, her fingers playing with the ends of her sleeve, and opened and closed her mouth a handful of times. She was so fucking cute, all flustered and embarrassed, made my dick rock fucking hard.
After a couple more moments, she tucked some hair behind her ear. “Thanks, but I’m not interested.”
A rare thrill rushed through me, and I bit back a chuckle. “No?”
“Nope.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“That why your thighs are still pressed together?” I asked.
“I don’t know who you are,” she said, gathering her belongings and shoving them into her backpack. She flung it over her shoulder, stepped around me, and hurried to the exit of the library. “But I hate you.”
“You might want to double-check your headphones next time,” I called to her retreating figure louder than I should’ve in a quiet library. “Your research could end up attracting more attention than you’d like.”
After she disappeared into the hallway, I smirked.
Around most girls, the old Apollo would have made a crude remark and then forgotten all about them. But her? No, the look of shock on her innocent face was too addicting. Little Miss Porn Addict was going to be my newest obsession, my newest dirty toy.