Page 2 of Team's Omega
He nodded. “‘Cause we know he’s not checking all those sources himself.”
“Of course not.”
“I have a feeling he’s due to publish another paper this year, and doesn’t want to waste time arguing his online source restrictions.”
“You’re probably right,” I agreed. I glanced over at the empty shelving cart. “Anybody grab the returns recently?”
“Dawn brought them in about half an hour ago. She already got them all reshelved and is upstairs facing the fiction section.”
“Cool. Who’ve I got tonight?”
“Dawn and Lucas are here until seven. Terry’s due in at six and will be here until close.”
“Gotcha. Anything else?”
“Facilities are behind schedule today due to snow cleanup. They think they’ll be able to catch up once classes are done and traffic dwindles in the other buildings, but they’ve asked we not call unless it’s for an urgent need.”
“Ok. We’ll manage. I don’t think it’ll be too busy tonight with the weather.”
“Agreed.” He paused and looked at his watch. “Ok. I’m outta here.”
“What’s the rush?” I teased. “Hot date?”
He snorted. “Naw man, I wanna get to the store before people start bailing early from work. Get my pick of the hot chocolates.”
“You and your sweet tooth,” I laughed.
He grinned. “Gotta have something that makes me feel good, especially when all the knots on offer are lacking.”
I shook my head. “I hear ya there. Go on then. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
He waved as he strolled over to where he’d draped his jacket over the back of a chair, grabbed it, and pulled it on as he headed to the door.
Deciding that I’d rather have my jacket close by as well, in case it was busy enough to get a draft through the front doors, I shrugged my own off and over the back of the chair. Then I sat and logged into the computer system.
The library was slow, and after checking out books for a handful of students, I turned to one of the tasks that I was working on when I had time: going through recently received scans of old microfiche files and tagging them with data such as the date, source, and keywords. While it wasn’t part of our department, it was far too much for the digital collection team to handle alone.
Besides, since I was only the evening supervisor of the circulation desk, I didn’t have as many duties as Jace, who was our department head. So I could help with other tasks when I had a few minutes.
I was halfway through an article from the eighteen-nineties—about the increasing unemployment rate—when I heard somebody approaching the desk. I looked up and right at a hot as hell alpha who was easily several years past the average age of the students.
Grad student? Maybe decided on college later? Fuck… he’s gorgeous.
I wanted to run my palms over the dark stubble dotting his cut jaw, plunge my fingers into his black hair, feel his full lips against mine, and ride him hard while staring into his gray eyes.
Down boy,I ordered my suddenly very interested cock.
I put on a smile and tried to make my staring less obvious. “Hi. Can I help you?”
A slow smile spread across his face as he leaned on the counter. “Well, that’s going to depend.”
Was the hottie hitting on me?Not that I minded, but if so, that was fast.
I tilted my head to one side. “Depend on what?”
He laughed and winked. “Library policies, of course.”
Maybe he was just a flirt, but damn. Even that perfectly straightforward answer made my dick twitch.
