The Bad Boy's Good Girl

I was face to face, or face to chest with the 6ft tall Mason Softwood, towering over me sending the scariest glare I've seen. Of corse, a small squeal escaped my throat in fear. "Shh!" He said sharply, pressing a finger on my lips. "This is a library." He whispered and took off his finger, dragging it a little down my bottom lip. I panted heavily, backing away slowly. "Not so fast Lana." He took a step closer. "You're in soo much trouble." He said in a deep croaky tone, following me in his black leather boots as I walked backwards. His slick face read anger. Before I could walk back any further, his hand took a tight grip of my wrist. He pulled me closer, so quickly my chest hit his. "What are you gonna do about it?" I breathed, raising an eyebrow. Wow, was that even me?

"Oo. Good girl's going bad. I see how it is." He smirked widely. Quickly he bent down and pulled me over his shoulder. Acting smooth was a bad idea, very bad idea. What do I do now? I'm in a library I can't scream!