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“Got it. I’ll call as soon as I’m up there.”

“Don’t you need my name?” I asked.

“Why? It’s not like we’re going to talk again,” he replied.

Fury simmered throughout my caged body. I refused to acknowledge that part of my anger was because he didn’t even want to know the name of the woman he’d been such a jerk to. Otherwise, I might scream at his callousness. He was not someone I’d choose to spend time with anyway.

What a freaking beast he was, and I was going to be pissed if he left me down here.

Chapter Two

Jaxon

Yes, I’d been a totaldick to her. For the first time ever though, I was turned on by a woman’s voice and the bold and relentless way she demanded I accommodateher. No one makes demands of me.

I didn’t enjoy knowing a nameless, faceless person had even an ounce of control over me.

That’s why I didn’t want to know her name.

If I did, I might be tempted to look her up. I didn’t need to know if she worked here, and I definitely didn’t need to know if she was a student. I ran a hand down my face. Entanglements with students or staff, casual or otherwise, were frowned upon. And in the seven years I worked at the university, I’d made sure not to mix business with pleasure. I wasn’t about to change my mind today.

Not for a demanding yet alluring voice that sounded like honey mixed with whiskey, a sweet husky sound.

Shit!I needed to stop thinking about her voice and the way her commands stirred something dangerously close to lust inside me.

I slid my phone into my back pocket, wishing I could hear it again.Except that’s out of the question—ridiculous!

I growled. Just thinking of the smoky sound, my body tightened, and desire rolled through me.

If it’s so ridiculous, why can’t I put her out of my mind?My cock demanded to know as it pressed against the zipper of my pants.

I adjusted the messenger bag on my shoulder as I shoved the book I checked out from the archives inside. I’d been able to grab it just before the whole mechanical system shut down. Guilt assailed me, making my gut churn while I latched the bag shut. Not enjoying that feeling, I immediately shoved it away. There was no reason for me to feel guilty. I’d done my due diligence and informed the librarian about her predicament. It wasn’t my fault the woman had gotten stuck.

Well, not entirely. I scrubbed my hand at the base of my neck.

If she’d listened and gotten out of the way when I asked, the incident never would have happened. Why did she have to be so stubborn? It still aggravated me. What should have taken only a few seconds took far too long.