"Books?"
"Yes, I'm planning to donate them for our charity in Uganda but when I saw your school library I changed my mind. I think your students need them."
"Yes, thank you so much Alex", I beamed.
As promised, he showed me his surprise when he brought me down at his basement. I was scared of basements because I always thought them to be old and eerie like those you see in the movies but his looked tidy and modern. There were mountains of books in it and he kept them hidden there.
"You never told me you saw the library", I looked at him puzzled.
"Your colleague brought me there. He said at lunch break you spend most of your time reading. That's where we met the girls, they told us you were in your classroom", he said matter of factly.
I nodded.
"Where did you get them?", I couldn't help but wonder.
"A friend of mine gave it to me as a gift. Granny has a lot of charities around the world that most of my friends knew of. These are extra books that his publishing company printed out", he explained.
"Can I check them out?", I looked at him with excitement written all over my face.
"Suit yourself", he grinned.
There were various books piled up from mathemathics, scientifics, arts and even histories. Classics were included, too. I saw Shakespeare, Bronté, Austen, Anderson, Hemingway even Poe's books.
"Those are my favourite", he declared when he saw me reading the back cover of Edgar Allan Poe's book.
"My Dada's, not mine. It's too serious and scary". I put it down and took a Bronte's copy.
"Who's Dada?", he asked with an arched brow.
"My father", I answered absentmindedly.
"You call him Dada?", he sounded incredulous and I giggled at that.
"Yes. A habit since childhood", I grinned.
"That's cute. What will you call me then?", he stared at me, teasing.
"You? Hmm... Let me think about that."
He waited.
"I get it. I'll call you Judah."
"Judah?', Alex was astounded. "You don't mean Judas, do you?", he laughed.
"Yes, you are. You're Judas for you're a devil's incarnate", I laughed.
"Oh my God! Okay, I'll call you Clarissa Devil then", he grinned, teasing again.
"What?!"
"Cruela Deville of 101 Dalmatians."
"I know what you meant but why?", I frowned and pouted. "I'm not a bad person like her."
"Oh yes, you are", he looked so serious now that I started to worry.
"You are cruel, too", with that my frown deepened.
He sounded so serious that I began to feel sad.
"You're cruel, you want to know why?"
"No", I couldn't hide the resentment from my voice. He grinned widely.
Hmp! And I'm the one who's cruel, huh?
"You're very cruel. You left a lot of scratch marks on my back, I think they'll turn into permanent scars. You're cruel for that shirt of mine you're wearing is again showing your sexy body especially that delectable nipples of yours. You're cruel for giving me a hard on from the first time I saw you that it became embarrassing walking in public. Yup, you're cruel woman and if you're not so sore which for a fact I know you really are, I would be fucking you again, right here, right now."
I was smiling before he finished his declaration. He's so sweet and romantic in a dangerous level. I was speechless. I never thought I had that strong effect on him.
I let go of the book, went to him, grabbed his nape and kissed him. The kiss was so wet, deep and wild. Our tongues mated. I couldn't get enough of him. We kissed torridly. We parted, when air was needed. I couldn't look away. I just stood there staring at him. So mesmerized.
God! This hottie is making me weak inside, out. Please let him be mine.