Zoe had always been the quiet, studious type at Eden Bay University. At 21, with long dark hair, glasses, and a petite but curvy figure, she spent most of her evenings in the old university library on the edge of campus. It was quiet, rarely used after 9 PM, and perfect for focusing.
Tonight, however, focus was impossible.
She sat in a secluded corner on the third floor, surrounded by tall shelves of dusty books. Her short plaid skirt rode up her thighs as she crossed her legs, and her white blouse was unbuttoned one button too many, showing the lace edge of her b*a. Between her legs, her p***y was already wet.
She had noticed him again — the tall, older man who always sat at the table across from her. Late thirties, sharp jaw, dark eyes, dressed in a crisp button-down that showed off b
