Cage woke up to the noise of the alarm setting off. He felt disoriented for a minute before he grumbled. "Just a little more," he said, burying his head in the pillow.

  The noise continued. It didn't help with his headache and he m.o.a.ned, asking Katherine to turn it off. There was no reply. The noise continued. He pulled his head out of the pillow and reached out to scowl at the clock. He hadn't even known it was there. And he surely didn't set an alarm on it. He smacked on the thing, hoping it would die, and eventually, it did.

  It was eight in the morning. At first, he thought that the others were f.u.c.k.i.n.g with him, but then he realized that the other side of the bed was empty. He pressed his hand on the sheets to find them cold.

  For a second, fear gripped his heart. Had it all been a dream? He shook his head. Maybe she had woken up at an ungodly hour.

  Yeah, that must have been it.

  He sat up and scrubbed his face, trying to rid himself of the sleep and headache. "Katherine?" he called.

  No response. Just as he was about to hop out and go looking for her, he saw a paper beside the clock. He squinted at it as he picked it up and read it.

  The headache was forgotten, his body feeling energetic. It hadn't been a dream. It was just going to be another fantastic day.

  His librarian fantasy was going to play out and his c.o.c.k was rock hard. He was ready to be penalized. He hopped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. His grin was wide as he looked into the mirror. Of course, the fantasy he had kept in his mind since he was a teenager was finally coming to fruition.

  He looked ridiculous in his t-shirt and boxers. He thought for a bit before freshening up and scavenging through his clothes to find a formal shirt and pants. He even had a tie with him for some reason. Now, he remembered that she had asked him to bring it along. But if he was a student, it made no sense.

  Or maybe, it was some fancy place with a uniform. He wouldn't knock on her imagination. Whatever she gave to him, he would eat it up and lick the bowl clean.

  He showered and got dressed, studying himself in the mirror. He decided to roll up the sleeves a little so that he looked more casual. Did librarians reprimand students for uniform violations? The possibilities.

  He took his sweet time, knowing that the longer he took to go to her, the crazier the scene was going to be. He practically skipped to the office, where he knew was a floor to ceiling bookshelf, the ideal place to act as the 'library.'

  He opened the door to the room to find her behind the desk, a book flipped open in front of her. Katherine fingered the pages as she turned to the next page. He doubted she was reading anything because he could see her eyes dart up when he entered the room.

  So, she had been waiting for him. Cage wondered if she had gotten impatient.

  She ignored him for a long time and he waited in front, not knowing what to do with himself. He shifted from one foot to the other, anticipation building in his stomach. He found himself coughing to garner her attention.

  "Can I help you?" Katherine said in a soft and sultry voice.

  "I received a notice asking me to come to the library," he said, his voice louder in the eerily quiet room.

  "Ah, Cage Cavanaugh," she said with a small sigh. "The one who took two books at the beginning of the year and never returned it." Her voice was filled with restrained sarcasm. Then she paused and looked at his hands. "Did you bring the books?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

  Cage cleared his throat and shook his head. "I lost them," he said, curiously looking at the book she was reading. She snapped it close and moved towards the laptop on the desk.

  "Interesting books you have there. Hardbound and extremely expensive," she commented offhandedly before raising a brow at him. "For misplaced or lost books, we charge you the price of the book in full and the amount left for dues."

  Cage was at the time ogling at her. She had a white shirt on and despite the fabric, he couldn't see much of what was happening underneath the material. Her hair was tied in a braid, loosely hanging over her shoulder and giving her the perfect look. The red lipstick on her full lips didn't help his imagination, either. He gulped.

  "How much will that amount to?" he asked, leering at her. She noticed his gaze but ignored it very professionally.

  "One thousand two hundred and eighty dollars in total," she said after checking. In Cage's mind, he wondered what book it must have been to cost that much. Well, he would play along.

  He pretended to gulp in nervousness. "Uh…… I don't have that much money," he said, fiddling with his fingers. His hands were clasped in front of him, playing out the role of a student who had been reprimanded.

  "Unfortunately, your dues won't be cleared unless you pay the fine and you won't be able to graduate." The words were blunt. He looked at her, wide-eyed and bewildered. He sucked in a deep breath before he answered.

  "Is there anything you can do to help me?" he asked. His words were suggestive.

  Her head snapped up and she stared at him.

  "Now, now, Mister. I don't know what gave you the idea, but engaging in s.e.x.u.a.l acts is prohibited on campus," she sneered. She flipped her hair back and stood up. She pressed her palms down on the desk and thrust her chest forward, offering them to his hungry eyes.

  "That's not what I meant," Cage stuttered. "But…… I'll do whatever you want! I have to graduate……" he trailed off. Her eyes were dark and filled with l.u.s.t.