Bookish Woman

Jessica read her trashy romance novel in peace. Her roommate was probably getting railed by some finance bro who had more teeth than brain cells. But they had a deal, if one of them was going to get some action the other had to be scarce. And hearing the two of them going at it through the wall was not ideal for a good night’s sleep.

She had just gotten to the part of her book where the sexy young wench was debating which man in her love triangle she would stay with when she noticed a tall, dark, handsome man towering over her.

“Good evening,” Drake said with a grin, “I couldn’t help but notice the cover of your book-“

Jessica blushed, “Oh-… I’m-…”

“It’s nothing to be worried about,” Drake said, “I can tell you are someone who can appreciate the finer things in life.”

“Does that line actually work?” Jessica asked, slightly allowing it to work (hey she hadn’t had sex in a while).

“I’d have to say, not in over a hundred years… I’m Drake,” he said holding a hand out.

“Jessica,” she said with a chuckle. “I’ve never seen you around here. Do you live nearby?”

“I used to, but I… I was evicted.”

There was something about the man’s eyes that kept Jessica from looking away. As if he were a fire that if she touched she’d get burned hard.