Knots (Club Imperial Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

no problem,” the undergrad said, half paying attention.
    “Vanessa!” she snapped.
    Vanessa finally looked up. “Yes, Miss Robbe, I'm fine. I know this is an Every Tuesday thing. You don't have to remind me.”
    “Thank you.” Sshook her head. She walked out from behind the counter and headed out to where Everett Milhouse was standing. She looked him up and down, and very much approved of his outfit for the day. His pinstripes were pressed perfect, and the white shirt was crisp and clean. He had his purple tie on today, so his research list was legit.
    He held out the sheet of paper with the names on it. “Thank you, Miss Robbe. As always, I appreciate this.”
    “Quite welcome, Mister Milhouse,” she said, looking at the list. “I'll be at your cubicle in about twenty minutes with the first five of these.”
    He nodded and peeled off to the right to head to his study cubicle. As a doctoral candidate, he had one of the very rare, very hard to get private cubicles that he could leave things at and lock up. Everett was a brilliant researcher and that he was getting his PhD in medical research was quite impressive.
    The books he was looking for would absolutely be found in the stacks. He always checked to make sure that if he legitimately needed them, they were on the shelves and not easily found on the internet or microfiche. She did love her job. Library science fascinated her, and she adored research. She loved working with good researchers. Everett was a good researcher, among other things.
    She found the first book and laughed lightly. It was the height of irony that he was researching sexual habits and the pleasure/pain principle in the BDSM community. He was looking for the biological basis of the main drive in the Lifestyle. Cece had read a lot of thesis and his research. He had some of the best theories and information that she had ever seen, in any doctoral research.
    Cece headed for his cube. She patted her pocket to make sure that she had the key to her office on her, and stepped out in to the research area. There were always a half dozen student around, and this afternoon was no exception. The masters students had to share, and that was always a disaster. They were always arguing and accusing  and just generally pissing off the doctoral students. Which was what she walked into. Five masters students yelling at each other.
    She had tried a dozen different ways to get them to stop arguing and pay attention to her. None of them were nearly as effective as straight violence. Cece grabbed the yardstick she kept in the corner for this reason and whacked it on the desk, cracking it through the air. The five students jumped and turned to see what was going on. Cece was standing and tapping the yard stick on her shoulder.
    “This is a library,” she said, strictly. “If you feel the need to argue, you will take it outside this room, and outside this building.”
    Four of the students she knew; it was philosophy’s big leaders. The fifth was new to her, but he was standing in front of the Religious studies area. The group of them were rightfully chastised and they nodded. They were still arguing after that, but it was much more quietly. She still wasn't pleased, but they would be quiet for a while now.
    She walked over to the doctoral area and put down the books that she had gathered for Everett on his desk. He looked up and smiled at her. She put the key down next to the books and smiled at him. “Purple today, Everett.”
    “Yes, mistress. I came across several old studies that we have on hand and they should really provide some more direction for where I want to go.”
    She nodded; he was thrilled about the old journals. “Then shall we say one hour?”
    “Yes, mistress,” he answered.
    Cece went back to her station at the front desk to wait out the hour helping clueless undergrads trying to figure out the Library of Congress system. She much preferred the Dewey decimal herself, but most colleges now