Tryst Read Free Page A

away you're left with a pretty face and a body you could bang for hours.”
    My mouth drops for a second before I collect myself and give him a piece of my mind.
    “Well naughty librarian or not, you’re the last thing I would be banging. In fact, I bet you aren’t banging much of anything. Judging from your body mass, I’m betting you’re overcompensating with all of those muscles. I’ll wager the muscle your sporting below your belt probably isn’t big enough to accommodate even my fun-size, as you put it.”
    His eyes sparkle and I realize this is a losing battle. This man doesn’t know when it’s best to just shut up.
    “I don’t need to overcompensate, baby. I can promise my dick is more than adequate to take you for a joy ride. I can’t promise you’ll be able to walk once I’m done though; you might have to crawl. Mm, yeah the idea of you on your hands and knees, now that sounds like my kind of fun.”
    Hmm, yeah he thinks he's clever. As I get ready to retort with something less than savory, the girl behind the counter informs me she needs my ID and credit card. I hand it over and she runs it through, then passes it back with a smile while stating my name, much to my chagrin.
    I hear the audible gasps and whispers from the idiot's harem behind me. His confusion is apparent since he didn't catch it. Not that I’m surprised, I’m pretty sure in this moment he is too busy taking a picture of one of their asses.
    I try hard not to listen, but I still manage to hear a few of their lingering questions. Is that really her? Do you think she'd sign something for me? Isn't she supposed to be agoraphobic? Do you think the rumors are true? I am silently begging the counter girl to hand me my damn room key so I can get the fuck out of this lobby. Didn't their parents ever teach them common decency? I mean really, shut the fuck up. I'm not sure how much more of their incessant questions I can endure.
    I finally snap, and the words come flooding from my mouth, "Yes, I am really her. No, I'm not signing shit. My books sure as fuck aren't meant for little girls. I am more than capable of leaving my home, I just prefer to be left the hell alone, and lastly, I'm sure many of the rumors are true. Now, if you don't mind,” I state, while grabbing my room key, “shut the fuck up and mind your own damn business, or his.”
    I nod toward the ass still sporting the smirk.
    One of the girls, obviously the leader of this little clique, steps forward and quips, "I'll talk about whomever and whatever I want, and if I'm old enough to fuck then I'm sure as hell old enough to read about it.”
    I feel the Cheshire grin pass over my face. Silly girl, she seemed to be under the impression that her comeback was clever, instead she sounds like a two-bit skank. I stand there, twirling my room key for a few moments before turning and walking toward the elevator. As I hit the up arrow, I twist back in her direction, my grin still evident.
    "If you so desperately need something useful to do with that mouth of yours, I'm sure pretty-boy here can offer you something much more fulfilling than charming conversation. That is, assuming he's big enough to fill a mouth as large as yours."
    As the elevator dings, I enter, while the sound of his laughter permeates through the lobby.
     
    Tristan  
     
    Damn, my night just took a serious fucking left-turn. Who the fuck is this woman, with her sassy ass mouth? I need to get her to follow her own advice, and wrap those filthy lips around my cock. Now that I've set my sights on that tiny ball of hellfire, the two girls undressing me with their eyes while licking some sticky shit off of their lips, have my dick crawling up inside me afraid of being swallowed.
    I search out an escape route, finding it as my phone chimes. I lie and tell them something important came up and I'll have to take a rain check, making sure to leave before either gets my phone number. Truth be told, I've lost all interest, and I