Knots (Club Imperial Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

ran on the LoC system. It stunk because she couldn't go directly to the fiction section. Now she had to use the computer to find out where it was in the stacks, which meant that if a patron didn’t have an name and author in mind, they couldn’t just peruse. Unless they were willing to put up with things like “Biodiversity Among Slime Mold in Azerbaijan and the Southern Caucuses.”
    She wasn’t.
    She had a gaggle of clueless freshman walk in and they were terribly confused as to how to look things up on their computers for the class. She gathered them all around her at one of the reference computers and gave them a short lesson on the use of the system and the stacks, and sent them off on their way. She preferred when they came in groups; she had the quick lesson down pat. She logged off the computer and was about to head back to her desk.
    “Excuse me, miss, but I’d like some help from a sexy librarian.”
    She turned around to give Everett what for and instead, froze.
    Doctor Killian McInnis was standing there in a 3-piece suit with a brief case and the scent of sandalwood wafting off him. His brown eyes sparkled with intelligence and humor and his face was freshly shaved, utterly smooth, alabaster perfection dotted with the remnants of childhood freckles. His dark red hair was cut short, and despite the styling, looked as soft and finger-soothing as a kitten’s fur. The suit had to have been tailored because it fit him in the most delicious way, everything falling perfectly, showing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. She wanted to throw him to the ground, unwrap him and have filthy dirty sex right there, damn the rules and onlookers.
    “Hi,” she finally answered. She shook herself off. “What are you doing here?”
    “I’m actually here to do some research,” he said. “My mentor is trying to figure out a new procedure for a heart defect and he’s sent me to do the old fashioned research on the defect’s medical history. I could use a little help since it’s been a while.”
    “Oh,” she said. “Sure.” She gestured to the chair next to her and motioned for him to pull it over.
    “Did you have a nice time at the party on Saturday night?”
    “What?” she asked, caught off guard. “Oh, Emmy and Nathaniel? Yes, it was a nice party.”
    “You knew Emmy before she met Nathaniel?”
    Cece was having trouble getting her head back in the game. Killian smelled so good. “I… uh. Yes. We worked together.”
    “She is such a nice person.”
    “She is,” Cece agreed. “She deserves Nathaniel.”
    “Nathaniel deserves her,” Killian answered.
    “So, uh… what are you researching?” Cece shook her head “No, wait… what are you doing here? Did you graduate from Dusquene?”
    “I did. But UPitt has better and more comprehensive research journals.” He leaned forward and looked at her. “And sexier librarians.”
    What? Cece was glad she didn’t let that last ‘what’ out, and instead, she smiled at him and turned back to the computer. “So, what are we looking for?”
    Killian swung the briefcase up on the desk, and popped the locks. He pulled out a binder and put it on the desk, laying his hand on it. “Cece, I came here because you do have better facilities and access to older journals. But I also came here because this is unpublished and I trust you with this information. I’m know you’re not going copy and distribute this. This is critical research.”
    Cece was actually surprised. “Killian, I’m not in the habit of coping proprietary research. If you need to leave anything here, it gets locked in a filing cabinet, which only I have a key to, in my office. I wouldn’t ever be tempted to photocopy for money either. I,” she said, and pause for a dramatic effect, “am a librarian!”
    Killian threw his head back and laughed loudly, instantly realizing he was disturbing the whole building. Cece wanted to take him across her knee and spank him good. She also wanted to trail