Lila Velour

The Librarian's Unscheduled Stop (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

My life had a certain... order to it. I'm a librarian. My world was card catalogs, the whisper of turning pages, and the quiet satisfaction of a well-organized shelf. I had my small apartment, my cat, my single glass of white wine in the evening. It was comfortable. It was safe. And lately, it had become so suffocatingly predictable that I could barely breathe. The boredom was a fine layer of dust coating everything, and I just felt... gray.

So, I bought a train ticket. An adventure, or my version of one. Three days on the rails from Chicago down to New Orleans. I told myself it was to see the country, to get away. But really, I think I was just hoping something, anything, would happen to remind me I was alive.

I wasn't looking for anyone. I was mostly keeping to myself, reading a book, watching the flat, green landscape of the Mississippi Delta slide by the window. And then I noticed him. He was across the aisle, a few rows ahead. He wasn't like the men I knew. There was a ruggedness to him, a kind of easy confidence in the way he sat, the way he looked out the window. He had sun-streaked hair that was a little messy and captivating eyes that held a hint of mischief. He looked like he belonged to the wider world, a world of sun and stories I could only read about.

It started with just eye contact. I'd glance over, and he'd already be looking. The first time, I felt a hot blush creep up my neck and I quickly buried my face in my book. But it kept happening. And he didn't just look; he saw me, with this slow, appreciative smile that made my heart do a frantic little dance. A connection sparked between us, a silent thing that hummed in the air of that quiet train car.

Over the next few hours, the tension just built. Little things. A shared, quiet laugh over an announced delay. The way our knees brushed for a split second in the narrow aisle when he passed, a touch so brief it shouldn't have mattered, but it sent a jolt all the way through me. My skin tingled long after. My carefully chosen book sat forgotten in my lap, the words meaningless. All I could feel was this invisible string pulling tighter and tighter between us. Every nerve in my body felt awake, aware of him. It was terrifying. And it was the most thrilling thing I'd ever felt.

Then he dropped his pen. It rolled into the aisle near my feet. We both bent to get it, our hands meeting over the small object. His fingers were warm and slightly rough against mine. He didn't let go right away. He held my gaze, his thumb stroking the back of my hand, just once. It was a simple, deliberate gesture that felt more intimate than any kiss I could remember. My breath hitched.

Later, as twilight settled in, wrapping the carriage in soft shadows, he stood up. He glanced down the aisle, toward one of the small, private couchette rooms, its door left slightly ajar. Then his eyes met mine. He didn't speak. He just gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod toward the room, his gaze holding a clear, unmistakable question. A dare.

My heart started pounding, a heavy, frantic beat against my ribs. This was crazy. This was the kind of thing that happened to other people, not to sensible, quiet librarians from Chapel Hill. He started walking toward the little room, his stride unhurried, and slipped inside, leaving the door open just a crack. Leaving the choice entirely up to me. And in that moment, with the rhythmic clatter of the train filling the silence, I knew my quiet, orderly life had just arrived at a stop that wasn't on any schedule.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Lila Velour
• Altersempfehlung: ab 18 Jahre
• Erscheinungstermin: 4. Juni 2025
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798231985692
• Artikelnr.: 74797951

Autorenporträt

Hi, I'm Lila Velour. I firmly believe the best stories, and the most memorable encounters, are found just off the beaten path, in those delicious moments where spontaneity tangles with desire. With what I hope is a twinkle in my eye and a definite penchant for the provocative, I craft sizzling erotica. My stories celebrate the full, glorious spectrum of human connection, and I delight in exploring hetero, bisexual, and lesbian intimacies with equal passion and candor.

My world revolves around the intoxicating thrill of 'what if'. What if the lights went out? What if that lingering glance turned into something more? What if for just one night, or even a few stolen hours, you could be utterly, gloriously uninhibited? I find endless inspiration in the contrast between our carefully composed public selves and the wild, untamed desires that simmer just beneath the surface. For me, sex is not just an act but an exploration. It's a language, an art form, and an adventure.

When I'm not lost in crafting my next steamy tale, you might find me in my favorite armchair. I'm often with my perpetually unimpressed ginger cat, Marmalade, who I'm sure is judging my life choices from a nearby sunbeam. Usually, I'll have a glass of something bold and red in hand, dreaming up new ways for my characters to break boundaries and find bliss. I'm a lover of stormy nights, unexpected confessions, the smell of old books mixed with expensive perfume, and the kind of art you can't help but want to touch.

I write for anyone who's ever felt that secret flutter of 'what if,' for those who crave a taste of the forbidden, and for everyone who believes that pleasure, in all its forms, is a story worth telling. I hope my books leave you breathless, a little flushed, and maybe, just maybe, inspired to embark on a few unscheduled adventures of your own.