Chapter 584: Romance In Books
She pouted as she stared up at the book that was just out of her reach. Why? Why did it have to be placed on the shelf so high? Her fingers And that too in such a mess. If she hadn’t seen it, then this classic book would have gone to waste without being read, gathering dust here in the old library. Who would’ve thought that the snooty Elijah Frost would have an entire section of old romance books in his library. The old coot!
Demetri Frost sat on the chair, the file on his desk forgotten as he stared at Nora who mumbling to herself as she looked at the book and smiled slyly. He had purposely placed that book high up there, knowing that she had her eyes on that book next. He’d hoped that she would call for his help, but he had to accept that this was good too. In fact this was even better. He would get to be her hero eventually and meanwhile, he could enjoy the view.
He watched as she rose onto her tiptoes again, her fingers splayed out in a desperate attempt to grasp the spine. The effort caused her t-shirt to ride up, revealing a sliver of smooth, bare skin just above the waistband of her jeans. His gaze lingered on that, the soft curve catching his attention... He wanted to bite there, a small suckle...
She dropped back onto her heels with a soft huff, clearly frustrated and muttered something under her breath, her determination not yet waning. Probably cursing his grandfather. He turned his eyes upwards for a moment and apologized for that...before turning back to admire his wife again who was now jumping to catch the book.
Maybe he should clear his throat and make her look here. Why not ask him for it? What was his tall height for if for not serving his wife?
With a small jump, she managed to brush her fingers against the book’s spine. A triumphant smile flickered across her face, much to his amusement. Sigh! Will she ever ask for help?
"Almost there," she muttered to herself, glancing back at the book with renewed resolve.
However, in the next moment, his amusement shifted to concern as he noticed the precarious arrangement of the books in the next row. They were haphazardly stacked, leaning towards the edge, and would certainly topple if she pulled too hard on the book she wanted. Darn it! Why didn’t he check that first? He stood up. If she didn’t ask for his help, he’s just do it for her...
As he walked around the desk, he watched as she bent her knees slightly, readying herself for a more substantial leap. The scene seemed to slow down as he realized what was about to happen.