Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
According to the note from O earlier that day, I am going to have to hang around until ten tonight. That isn't too unusual for me, so my coworkers won’t bother to check on me before they leave. Security will lock the building tonight, and the place will be empty. I can be a pretty big introvert, but this job doesn’t help. I’m so secluded and separated from everyone, but I want to keep it that way. Besides, nothing would be worse than getting caught doing what I’m about to do. It’s safer for everyone to be out of the library.
At about ten, I gather up the dormitory building plans in my arms and walk the long distance to the far back of the archive stacks. It’s a cavernous room with very little lighting. There’s a small cubicle for viewing documents, manuscripts, and microfiche that nobody ever uses, but other than that it’s a basement the size of an airplane hangar that contains stacks and stacks of files. Files that nobody cares about or knows about. I just so happen to be the only one who does, and I know this place like the back of my hand. It’s the perfect place for a secret meeting.
Or, in this case, a secret doorway.
I push on a nondescript bookshelf and it rotates on a platform just like in the movies. I shine my flashlight in the darkness, but there’s nobody there. It’s not unusual, so I sit down and pull a book off the shelf and wait.
When a big man in dark clothes approaches, we nod to each other. We don’t exchange names or pleasantries, but instead share the signal that lets people know they are safe. I lead the big stranger through the archives and into the cubicle. He looks over the building plans intently and he seems a little on edge. He mumbles a woman's name a few times until he nods, getting what he needs from the documents.
I return the plans to their file and lead the man upstairs and out the back door to the book delivery truck. He climbs in the back, and I close the door behind him. I’m glad it’s dark out and no one is around to see me attempting to drive a delivery truck in high heels. Or see what I’ve just done.
I drive slowly, paying attention to traffic signals and not arousing suspicion. When we arrive at the back entrance to the hospital dormitory, I get out and ring the bell. Eventually a security guard shows up to help me bring a stack of books into the dorm. We rotate books for the nurses who are on weekend calls or spend longer than a few nights while on rotation. It’s a way to give them something to pass the time without them having to leave. It’s also the perfect cover for what O asked me to do.
I pretend to have trouble with the wheel of the cart and then accidentally spill all of the books onto the ground. The guard helps me collect them while the big stranger from the tunnel sneaks out of the cargo hold of the truck and shimmies up a drainpipe. He’s quick as lightning and is out of sight in seconds.
“Thank you,” I say to the guard as I drop off the cart and return to the truck without him suspecting anything.
When I get to the library, I park the truck in the same spot and make sure everything is locked up. I let out a deep breath, relieved that we weren’t caught before I make my way to my car.
I slide into the front seat of my car, and just as I’m about to put my purse on the passenger seat, I let out a scream when I see a big shadow of a man sitting there. I reach into my bag to pull out my Taser, but the man’s hand snatches out in the dark and clenches my wrist like a vise. It’s pitch-black and I can’t see a thing, but when I go to scream again, he puts a hand over my mouth.
Chapter Six
Ryan
Naomi’s cries are muffled, and I move my hand away.
“Shhh,” I say, but she’s panicked.
“Don't hurt me, I don’t know anything!”
I hate the sound of fear in her voice. “It’s me, Ryan.”
“You?” she breathes out, sounding relieved.
I loosen my grip on her wrist and starts grasping around in the darkness. Her hands brush against my leg, then she grips the bulge of my cock.
“Jesus, Naomi,” I growl as I thrust into her hand and lean close. “What are you doing to me?”
“Oh shit,” she whispers, pulling her hand back. “I’m sorry, I was looking for my purse.”
“You should really lock your doors,” I say, grabbing her wrist again, but this time more gently. I lean close to her and put her hand back where she had it, letting her feel my arousal for her.