Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Very surprising.
We went further into the massive library.
The seating areas looked cozy and inviting, with plush chairs and sofas. The tables appeared sturdy and uncluttered, perfect for studying or working on a project.
But a date?
The sound of footsteps and quiet conversation filled the space. Next, a hushed murmur from a librarian added to the ambiance.
My heart warmed.
Or. . .Tristan could have chosen the library to create a sense of familiarity and comfort for our first date?
By bringing me to a place I knew well, Tristan may want me to be utterly relaxed.
How thoughtful?
Yet, we kept on moving toward the shelves that stretched high overhead, lined with books of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
To my shock, Charles led me down a row of these high shelves. I checked the sign and read what section we were in.
Mystery.
I almost laughed.
Was I not inside of a mystery right now, currently trying to figure out my date and his intentions for tonight?
I couldn’t help but gaze at the books, searching for clues.
Some books were new. Their pages appeared crisp and unblemished.
While other books were well-worn. Their covers creased and their pages yellowed with age.
There were labels on each shelf designating a particular sub-genre of mystery. Cozies to detective fiction. Noir to hardboiled crime drama. Triller to Suspense. I even spotted some Espionage.
As we continued forward, I heard the occasional creak of a chair or the soft rustle of pages turning.
However, I was a little lost at how Tristan was going to make the library romantic.
But I trusted him.
He was a famous artist. Surely, his imagination had taken over for this evening.
Oh wait. There is nowhere else to go.
We stopped at the dead end of the Mystery section. Only shelves of books stood in front of us.
I turned to Charles.
He smiled, stepped up to the shelf, and scanned all of the books’ titles.
O-kay. What’s going on?
He brushed his fingers against the spines of Agatha Christie novels—Death on the Nile, Murder on Orient Express, the ABC Murders. Then, he stopped on one of her most famous books—And Then There Were None. This novel had been on the list of the top-selling books of all time, with approximately 100 million copies sold.
The driver pulled that book from the shelf, and a soft click echoed.
Stunned, I stepped back.
Slowly, the shelf slid open, revealing a black entrance with stairs leading to some underground path.
Oh my God.
Then, a tall man appeared. He wore a black lace body suit with high heeled boots. Also, he did not have anything on under it.
Therefore, I got a nice view of his cock, and it was big, hard, and very difficult to ignore.
A knowing smirk hit his face. “Welcome, Ms. Williams.”
I opened my mouth in shock.
The man nodded at Charles. “I will take over.”
“Have a good evening, Eros.” Charles gave a half bow and headed away.
Ummm. . .
I watched Charles leave.
“Ms. Williams.” Eros grabbed my attention.
I turned back to him. “Yes?”
“Come in. We would rather others in the library not notice the secret entrance to my club.”
“Oh.” I hurried through. “I’m sorry.”
“No problem.” He pressed a bright white button.
The book shelf wall clicked behind us.
What. The. Fuck?
I was now enclosed with Eros, feeling like Alice in Wonderland falling down the dark void of the wicked rabbit hole.
Tristan. . .what is going on?
The lights were dim.
I gazed at the black walls and then put my view on Eros.
He kept that knowing smirk on his face.
I cleared my throat. “Eros is a very interesting name.”
“I am glad you approve. Do you know where the name comes from?”
“It is the Greek god of love and desire, and a powerful name that conveys a sense of passion.”
“Which is much better than my real name.”
“What is your real name?”
“None of your business.” He winked and strolled past me. “Let us go downstairs and begin your lovely date with Tristan.”
Alright. Goodness, Tristan.
He wasn’t a puzzle. He was some unsolvable calculus theorem that I could never understand.
What kind of first date is this going to be?
Eros led me deeper into this place.
His heels clicked against the metal stairs.
What is going to be down there?
For a few seconds, I now actually wished the date were just the regular library. At least that I knew.
Now I was completely out of my comfort zone.
I should turn around. What am I doing? This is crazy.
But, I gritted my teeth and continued.
Stop being afraid. You can do this. It will be different than the same day-to-day monotonous evening. Didn’t you want that?
From a psychological standpoint, I knew that leaving my comfort zone could be an incredibly rewarding experience that would not only help me grow as a person, but it could enrich my life in many ways.
Of course it could be scary and uncomfortable at first, yet the benefits of taking risks and trying new things were well worth the effort.