A Librarian's Desire by Ava Delany Page B

joining the group with a fresh cup of beer.
    The bubbly bimbo turned to face him, waving her hands around and grinning like a fool as she spoke. “Okay, so you say ‘Never have I ever’, and then you tell something you’ve never done. Everyone who has done that has to put up a finger and take a drink. When someone has all his or her fingers up, the game is over. So, who wants to play?”
    A chorus of “yeah” came from around the table, and from the drunken lady beside him.
    She plans to continue drinking?
    It was more obvious with each passing moment that she really didn’t know what she was getting herself into. Daniel would have to protect this lady in the midst of these dragons.
    “Never have I ever had a threesome in a graveyard.” The first girl smiled at her friend, who popped a finger in the air and drank a shot.
    “You did that on purpose,” said the brunette who’d just had her drink. “Okay, never have I ever given head to a guy in the bathroom of a gas station.” The brunette lifted her eyebrows at her friend who chose to lift her middle finger as she took a gulp of beer.
    Todd lifted his beer and winked at the girls. “Never have I ever given a man head at all. Drink up, ladies.”
    The librarian didn’t giggle and drink as the others did. Straightlaced. He knew it. She probably hadn’t done more than let little Frankie Peterson steal a kiss in second grade. She rubbed the back of her finger along her neck and played with a wisp of hair while looking toward the ceiling.
    “Never have I ever toushed a frog.” Her nose wrinkled and the tip of a pink tongue jutted out.
    He smiled. So innocent, she didn’t even understand the point. The intention of the game was to make revelations of a sexual nature. Ultimately, the game was meant to entice the drunken fool across from you into bed for the evening by confessing the raunchiest sexual secrets you could think of.
    When the blonde on the other side of the table looked at him, he shook his head, letting her know he had no intention of playing. She pouted and her eyes widened, but her bright red lips held no interest for him. He shook his head again.
    “Never have I ever…” A tall brunette jerked at her too-short miniskirt. “Never have I ever watched two people have sex. Drink up, guys.”
    The librarian’s finger popped up. His jaw dropped before he could stop it.
    Did she understand the question?
    She took a drink.
    Apparently so.
    James, another frat brother in the group, grinned. “Never have I ever had sex in public.”
    Her second finger popped up, and she drank again. Daniel smiled. Perhaps there was more to his little librarian than he thought. He’d have to get to know her better—discover who she really was—now that she’d proved so many of his theories wrong.
    A few minutes later, when the blonde who’d started the game popped up finger number ten, the girls at the table giggled and headed for the alcohol to refill their drinks.
    “That wush a fun game.”
    The librarian’s eyes were unfocused. She was about to pass out in a den of wolves. He wouldn’t let that happen.
    He turned to her. “Come with me.”
    “If I want to live?” She giggled. “Come vish me if you want to live.”
    Her imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn’t very good. However, considering the amount of alcohol she’d drunk and her petite size, she shouldn’t be able to speak, let alone imitate old movie stars.
    He stood, offering her his hand. She placed her palm in his and he yanked her to her feet. She paled.
    “Where do you live?”
    He tried to catch her gaze as she swayed.
    “Do you live on campus? We need to get you to your dorm. Who did you come here with?”
    “I don’t feel sho good.”
    Damn.
    He led her to the stairs and helped her up to his room. Opening the door, he led her inside.
    “You know something?” she asked, stumbling a step. “You’re probably the mosht handsome man I’ve ever sheen.”
    Unsteady on her heels, she