Darlings, there’s nothing quite like the frisson of a library book club — the air thick with suspense, and the occasional saucy plot twist (courtesy of Mrs Wilkins and her dog-eared Mills & Boon). Since hanging up my office heels, I’ve found myself practically glued to the stacks, dispensing tea, wisdom, and the odd suggestion to 'turn over a new leaf'. Grown men blush as I recommend reading between the lines, and even the retired vicar’s glasses fog up when we get to the steamy chapters. There’s an art to shelving romance novels with the right sort of gusto; sometimes, one must slip in something a little unexpected for the next borrower. If you ever hear giggles behind the crime section, rest assured — it’s just me and the girls, plotting our next literary escapade. The library may be quiet, but my presence? Never.
P.S. Over tea and custard creams afterwards, Mr Wilkins, out of the blue, wondered aloud if it wasn’t about time I stopped dying my hair and 'went au naturel'. I simply smiled, popped a biscuit in my mouth, and replied, “Well, Mr Wilkins, a little mystery is the secret ingredient in every good story — and I’m not ready to give away all my plot twists just yet. And I can assure you I don't dye ALL my hair....”
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