Robin absentmindedly pushed her brand-new glasses up her nose as she placed the last book on the stack in front of her. It would take some time getting used to wearing them just as it took some time getting used to the fact that she actually needed them.
"These are due back in three weeks. I hope you enjoy them." Robin smiled at the student standing in front of her who moaned quietly as she reached to gather them.
"I'm not sure research is supposed to be enjoyable," was her snarky reply as she picked the tall stack of books up and made her way hurriedly toward the sliding door.
It depends on what kind of research you're doing,
Robin thought, smiling behind a curtain of honey-colored hair as she bent over to pick a piece of paper from the floor.
The air from outside was cool on Robin's legs as the student swept out with her book filled backpack and she shivered as the door remained open. She shouldn't have worn this short dress today. Not when it was still coming off a cold, blustery winter. It was not something she'd normally buy, but she had been out shopping recently with some friends. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it and, after trying it on, knew that she looked amazing in it. She couldn't resist purchasing it right then and there. Maybe, though, she shouldn't have worn it to work and waited until date night instead. Or waited until it was warmer weather, at least.
Robin glanced up to check on the door just as it started to close behind a new patron. He looked much older than most of the students in this college. He had some grey just starting at the edges of his hair near his ears and some in his beard. Another indication that he probably didn't go to school here. He was handsome, though, she had to admit. Just her type with dark hair curling at the nape of his neck, a well-groomed beard, and hands that looked large and firm.
Better keep an eye on him
she thought, her eyes following him as he walked past her sending a smile her way. His jeans fit just right in all the right places. It was hard not to notice as he sauntered away, and she smiled at the thought of doing a slow whistle. What would people say about that?! Still, she couldn't help noticing and admiring the way he filled them out or the way he walked.
Pull yourself together before people start thinking you're creepy,
Robin mentally chided herself before turning around and going back to the trolley filled with returned books. They all needed to be checked in and put back on the shelves before she clocked out tonight. Still, she surreptitiously watched him move across the library to the tables near the biographies and set what looked like a heavy, well-used briefcase down before he headed into the stacks and disappeared.
"Can you help me?" An annoyed voice brought her back to reality and she moved towards the counter again.
"Sorry about that. I hope you've not been waiting too long," she said, even though she knew it couldn't have been very long at all.
"Just long enough to see you watching that guy." said the student with a wink. "He's cute. I don't blame you."
Robin's face began to heat and turn a pretty shade of pink, "I don't often get caught checking out the men in the library until they're standing in front of me like you are." They both laughed at that. Within minutes, she was done. "Here you go. All set. Have a nice night."
"Will do. Try not to get caught," the student said, nodding toward Robin's left hand where her wedding ring sparkled before she turned and started walking out of the library into the cool night air.
Robin looked at her ring, too. It wasn't flashy or big. When Nicholas had asked her to marry him, they were both just out of college and money was tight. She wasn't the type of person who wanted a big flashy ring, though, so it never bothered her, and she loved that the diamond was just the right size. Anything larger wouldn't have looked good on her small hands. In keeping with being on a tight budget, their wedding wasn't big and flashy, either. Regardless of the money, it just wasn't their style.
Nic had dazzled her since the first time she had seen him crossing campus in her junior year. Apparently, it was a mutual attraction, and they began dating exclusively a short time later. He was almost a foot taller, and she loved how her hand felt in his big paws. She loved everything about his hands, especially as they would go from sweetly tucking her hair behind her ear to pushing her against a wall. They were just the right fit -- if not in body size, then definitely in their interests and passion!
I should probably not be thinking like this right now. Especially not after this morning.
Just the thought of the morning made her want to squirm to relieve the ache that had begun to, once again, spread through her, ending up between her legs.
Robin still had another hour or so to go before she was off the clock and a thirty-minute drive home before she could let her mind wander like that again; but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate what was so blatantly sexy right here in the library at the moment. There were only a few other students here right now, anyway.
She couldn't help watching him, though. The way he moved quietly, but ... well, sensually, was the only word she could think of. He was taking his time, looking around at the library as he moved along, trailing his fingers down the books as he rambled slowly down one aisle and, then, into another. Every now and then he would turn to look over his shoulder at her, a small smile flirting across his face.
What is he up to?
Taking a deep breath, Robin moved out onto the floor and began to follow him, just as someone plopped another stack of books down.
"I'm in a little bit of a rush not to miss the city bus. Can you hurry?" He was a little out of breath as he spoke.
Holding in a deep sigh, she turned and strode back to the counter, grabbing the first book and the student's ID, trying not to appear flustered. It didn't take her long to check out his books and push them back across to him before he ran out the door. Unfortunately, because Robin had to pay attention to what she was doing, she had lost track of the attractive man who had arrived earlier.
What is he doing here?
