Nothing Compares To You

Chapter 1

Archer

I’ve always been a nerd.

I’ve never really understood where my desire for books and science came from. It didn’t run in my family that’s for sure and it wasn’t typical behavior for my crew. We were all jocks and brought up to take over our father’s empires.

It’s kind of made me the prime target to be teased by all of them, hell, my own father even thought it was peculiar but I never cared.

Science is the living force of the universe. I’m going to have a company centered on it one day.

No…none of my quirks ever made sense, my obsession with books, my love for libraries…until I saw her.

Her shiny blond bob bounces as she moves about the computer stations, logging them in and assisting the patrons.

She’s so damn adorable.Look at her, helping everyone.

She doesn’t even realize that half the people that ask her for help just want to be graced by her presence. Hell, I’m one of them. I don’t think she ever really notices me though. I’m surely not her type. I bet she has a quiet, approachable boyfriend somewhere. She’d have nothing to do with a fake ass nerd that pretends to be a jock with all his jock friends.

Look at the perfect curve of her ass.

That sleek black pencil skirt does her body good and I wonder how many other people admire her the way I do. I’m sure it’s everyone.

My book falls down a bit as I lean over the table, glancing up to see her move. I always land at a table in this area, so I can see her, watch her, obsess over her. I don’t actually get much reading done when I’m here. I’m too busy eavesdropping on her conversations…waiting to hear her delicate laugh echo across the room.

I’ve been doing this for months now. We don’t talk with the exception of checking out my books at the end of the day but oh do I talk to her in my dreams…in all the most despicable ways.

My cock twitches at the memory of her long slender legs wrapped around my head in that lusty vision this morning.

Down boy.

I instruct myself to keep my cool again and my eyes move back down to the tiny words on the paper of my book until I feel some control again.

I would have asked her out by now if she had given me any inkling of approval….the least bit of eye contact, a smile…anything. But the only time I notice her frown is when I approach her. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because she knows how I follow her, obsess over her.

But if that were true she would have called the cops by now.

Does she know I watch her walk to her car every night, or that I’ve discovered her address and drive by sometimes? I can’t tell if she has a serious relationship yet, but there is another car there sometimes.

Fuck! Would you look at that!

I actually put the book down now and sit up a little straighter.

She’s bent over one of the computer desks helping some other eager John Doe and her satin white blouse is hanging loose, exposing a bit of flesh held in by that white lacey bra.

Holy fuck, it’s over now!

My erection is growing full staff and there’s no hiding it. The only chance I have of being able to leave this place without a tent pitched in my pants is to look away…but dammit…I can’t. So that’s it…I’m constricted to this book, and this table for the next two hours until this place closes and I can sneak out undetected of my rod at full attention to Macy.

Macy Sampson…it has a ring to it. I only know her name from her name tag.

The bastard said something funny, because her soft giggle travels my way.

Damnit, why does he get to make her laugh and I don’t? I should break his neck.

I don’t have the strength to pull my eyes from her but she cures the situation by leaving on her own. She disappears for quite some time in a row of books in the back and by the time I look at my watch it’s been an hour and a half. I get lost in these books sometimes. The magic of science mystifies me and the ideas begin to flow on what to research to fund or startup.

I look around and see that the place is bare now. It’s time to close but I see her nowhere.