Handsome but much too young, Riley didn't think pretty, sophisticated Megan would spare a glance at him, a lowly security guard. True, she was always friendly and helpful when he came to the library but that was her job, right? And yet there he was coming in day in and day out, until one day she invited him to her office and then the power went out...
"Are you in a hurry, or could you take a moment?"
I found out I held my breath for a while there. "Ah, sure I can. I’m not on duty yet. What can I do for you, Miss Megan?"
To my surprise, she blushed a little, just a faint rosy tinge on her cheekbones. "Oh, it's just that I just got this book in the shipment this morning and I thought you'd be interested.
"It's in my office, if you're sure you don't have to go back on duty...?"
Well, hello. It must be Bill and Marc's talk that was poisoning my mind but vivid images of unspeakable acts flashed through when I finished processing what she was saying. I shook myself quickly and said, "Sure. That's very nice of you."
"I always love it when I find more books I can recommend to someone new," she smiled again, looking over her shoulder as we made our way to her office.
I started to get a tiny bit dizzy with all the smiles and the faint perfume that I caught walking just behind her. The French sure knew what they were doing asking for the ladies to walk in front. She probably never thought of putting it on display but damn, that ass sure looked good even in nondescript skirt.
It was a fascinating skirt, I thought, my eyes following every gentle sway. It was not in your face short tight skirt, but it was tight when you looked at it, and when you walked closely behind the wearer, the slit rendered about half the length of it pretty useless. She was wearing thin dark stockings and mother of God, the tops of them were lacy.
I started to feel a little tight in my pants and prayed to God I wouldn't embarrassed myself in the campus library.