Labyrinth

Chapter 4

As I set my work up, I decide to go to the library to grab some books and, hopefully, give myself some motivation. I take a tote bag with me so that I can carry any bags I choose to take out and pack my keys, purse and phone inside it.

I decide to go to a library slightly further away from the student library because I saw a picture of it and it's absolutely stunning. It still only takes me twenty minutes to get there and the walk was magnificent.

As I enter the doors, I'm hit with a warm feeling. Thank god, they've got heating. I head over to the non-fiction section first. I need to get books for my psychology lectures. I decided to take it because it seemed interesting to me. I take 2 textbooks from the shelves and place them in my bag. I also decide to get a few books to read just because.

The fiction section is huge. There are so many to choose from. I've been meaning to read a book called 'The Phantom of The Opera' again . I enjoyed it so much when I first read it. When I get to the aisle I see only one other person there. I look along the oak shelves until I get to Leroux. I pick up the book and just for the sake of it, I read the blurb. I open the book and read the preface of it. I like learning about the authors in these prefaces.

"Good choice." A voice breathes down my neck.

"Shit!" I spin around, almost dropping the book. A man is stood in front of me, an eye brow raised with amusement written across his face, his arms wrapped around my sides, stabling me.

"Careful there. Beautiful women don't say such ugly words." The man says. His chestnut brown hair is parted in the middle and his verdant eyes bore into me. He's wearing smart clothes, an onyx suit.

And what is it with people not liking my swearing? It's my words not theirs. "Sorry. You just scared me." I mumbled. A smirk takes over his handsome face. Handsome? Fucks sake, Chloe, snap out of it. First your professor, now him?

"Leroux is a good author." He nods to my book.

"Oh - uh, I've only read this one of his." I mutter.

"Hmm." He hums.

"What?" I quickly question. What have I done this time?

"You're borrowing the same book you've read before," He trails off as if he's pondering something.

"Lots of people do it." I quickly defend, sending a look his way.

"I didn't say otherwise, did I?" He smirks.

"Then what were you saying?"

"Nothing." He smiles.

"Sure." I sceptically agree. "I need to go now."

"I'll see you soon." He muttered something else under his breath after that.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing important."

"If you insist. I'll see you later, then." I turn around and walk towards the exit after scanning my books out.

I need to go home and study anyway.

I've gone over my notes at least ten times and I still don't understand this assignment. I swear he just wants us to fail.

With a defeated sigh, I pick up my phone and my eyes bulge at the time, it was 18:54. I won't be able to get to the cafe on time. He'll be so disappointed in me. I message professor Caine:

Me: Hey, I'm really sorry but I won't be able to make it.

Sexy Stranger: Why not?