“In more ways than one.” Sebastian frowned at me. Almost suspiciously. “Are you sure you’re Lily Sawyer?”
“I’m Lily Sawyer. Lily Sawyer is me. I have ID if you want.”
What?
Oh, dear God, bury me six feet under now.
“I have ID if you want.”
I was tragic. I was an actual tragedy.
His lips twitched like he found me amusing. Wonderful. Just wonderful. “Not necessary.” Then he stared at me.
At me.
Like … I was interesting.
Or a specimen.
It could have been either.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll talk to you later, Lily.” Beth abruptly stood and my heart sank at the thought of being left alone with the Adonis.
“But—”
“Nice to meet you, Sebastian.” She cut me off and sent me a conspiratorial smile before walking away.
And Sebastian … He didn’t even look at her.
He was too busy studying me.
Lily Sawyer, get yourself together now!So, he’s gorgeous. You’ve met gorgeous men before. You’ve even dated one or two of them.
Okay, so they weren’t this level of hot, but they were cute.
I could do this.
Be professional.
Reaching for my books, I snatched them up, using them to cover my stomach as I stood. Maddie had talked me into buying a cropped sweater and I’d paired it with jeans this morning. When I left the flat, I’d felt good about the outfit, but as the day wore on, I became increasingly self-conscious of the flashes of skin it revealed. I wasn’t toned to the hilt like Maddie who worked out every other day or naturally skinny like Sierra. I was what January calledlush. I rode my bike everywhere, which kept me physically fit, but I was soft and curvy.
I’d been called fat a few times in my life and, unfortunately, that crap stuck to the brain like a leech.
Why, oh why, did I have to be wearing this stupid cropped top the day I met Sebastian Thorne?
Like he’d ever be interested in you, the snotty voice of my low self-esteem taunted me as I led him through the library to the study room my mum had given me the key to.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow as I led him inside. “These are like gold around here. How did you manage to get one?” He dropped his books on the table of the small room.
“My mum is head librarian.” I mentally patted myself on the back for losing the stutter as I took a seat and gestured for him to do the same.
Sebastian’s brow furrowed as he sat adjacent to me. His masculine cologne hit my senses, making my belly flutter. “I think I know who you mean. You have her coloring.”
I nodded because I did have Mum’s dark hair, olive skin, and hazel eyes. My dad also had dark hair and olive skin, so it was a crapshoot which of them bestowed those on me. The hazel eyes were definitely from Mum, though.
“So … you need help in Human Personality.”
“Excuse me?” He sounded affronted.
