A sneaky, slow heat begins to curl through me, and the sensible librarian in me slaps it down. Bad.
yeah, where I like the first book the second one left me terribly disappointed at the end and this one I'm not liking this at all and her reaction to this I don't think this is funny or cute or sexy. I'd be screaming. I'd be throwing things. I'd be climbing out the fucking window. I'd be locking myself in the bathroom. I put a gun to my head before I let somebody treat me like this by taking away all of my choices, like I'm an object to be hoarded, a POSSESSION to control.
