We revised this chapter, changing Emmett's sport of choice from football to basketball. We know way more about basketball and tall guys are hot!

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BPOV

I was never going to offer to cover the reference desk again; I don't care how much Angela begs me. The late night shift at our library is a regular freak show, like we sent out an engraved invitation for every nut job and homeless person to make themselves at home. Friday nights are usually pretty slow, but since it is the beginning of the semester only the hardcore students were here. The rest of the student body was off partying, barhopping at the local underage bars or getting trashed at keggers over populated with drunken frat boys and girls hoping to hook up with one of said frat boys.

When Angela had asked me what I was doing tonight I thought she wanted to hit the town, just us girls. Since she and Ben had started dating, they had been spending a lot of time together. He is a grad student in the Mechanical Engineering department, so he didn't have a lot of free time, what with his research project going on. I guess he had the night free and was finally taking her out somewhere nicer than the bowling alley in the UC. I couldn't blame her, he was a nice guy and they were really hitting it off.

It was a little weird though, waking up and heading into our kitchen, to see them canoodling on the living room sofa, not to mention walking in on them yesterday morning. Ugh. I was still trying to wash that image out of my brain. It wasn't like I didn't ever bring anyone home, okay, well not very often but still, it was weird because they were just so in to each other, I felt like a third wheel in my own apartment.

She had told me that she would owe me big time if I would cover her shift. We worked together at the main University Library, so it wouldn't be too big of a deal for me to help her out. Apparently there was someone she wanted me to meet too, a guy that worked in her department. I guess he was new, and I had the feeling she was trying to set us up. His area of expertise was military history; he was even helping teach a class this semester. This piqued my interest, because I had been asked by the English department to help out with one of their literature classes and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with it. Maybe he could give me some insight.

It turned out that he wasn't working his normal Friday shift; there was a lecture at the history museum he wanted to go to. Great. So, not only did I not get to meet the hot guy I was working the desk by myself. No fun.

After kicking out some homeless guys for looking up porn on the public pc's and then trying to help a student find something I was positive we didn't have, I noticed someone strikingly non-freakish at one of the terminals. I could tell he was getting frustrated with his search, but I decided to wait and see if he would need my help.

I didn't have to wait long.

"Um, excuse me?" Non-freakish was an understatement. He was tall, with reddish-brown hair and the greenest eyes I have ever seen, tinged at the center with gold. It took me a minute to be able to speak, just long enough for him to decide I was hard of hearing.

"Ahem" he cleared his throat loudly, but before he could figure out how to ask me if I was capable of helping, I responded.

"Can I help you?" My customer service skills were limitless.

"Yeah, is Jasper Whitlock working tonight?" He was looking around, I guess hoping to find someone more competent than myself. Jerk.

"No, he has the night off. Is there anything I can help you with?" Like finding the door?

"I hope so. I am trying to find a Government Document, a specific Supreme Court ruling?" Oh, great, another law student.

"Ok, well we have the gov doc's over in there own area. They do better when kept away from the main collection. They don't play well with others, if you know what I mean." I snorted a little at my own hilarity.

He looked confused for a second, but ended up smiling tightly at my terrible joke.

"Is there any way you could help me find this? I have a paper due on Monday and I need this source."

I set my book down and stood up, stretching after sitting for so long. "Sure, it's over this way," I said before brushing past him. He stood still for a minute, and I looked back over my shoulder, crooking my finger at him, "Follow me."

Of course my gesture was ruined when I turned around and caught the toe of my shoe on the carpet, nearly throwing myself to the ground. Thank god I was wearing my super comfy, worn-in docs. I was able to catch myself, before this guy thought I was a complete tard.

He shook his head slightly and followed me into the stacks.

Our gov doc's were in a nook, kind of hidden. It was a great place to hide and read in peace in such a big library. But it also made it popular for other reasons as well.

I could hear them before I could see them. Shaking my head imperceptibly, I tried to glance at the guy next to me. I wonder if he heard them, or if he would even realize what it was if he did hear. I had known right away and was hoping to not catch another couple in the throes of passion this week. I had already done it once, reaching my monthly quota for uncomfortable situations.

As we got closer, I knew that they would be very close to the area we were headed straight for. When we got to the range, I was running my eyes along the shelves to see if I could find what he needed quickly enough to get out of there before he saw anything.

Once I found it though he proceeded to flip through it in the aisle, as if he wasn't sure I had found the right thing. I was irritated by this guy already and I could just guess that he was used to getting plenty of help because of his charming looks. I knew it wasn't for his personality.

I asked, in an attempt to escape, "Is that what you needed? If not, we do have the older items bound, or you could check the microfiche, if this isn't right."

He stayed quiet, raising his index finger, obviously asking for a moment.

Wow, that's some nerve.

"Listen, if that's all…" My words trailed off as his head whipped around in the direction of the moan that had just echoed through the area.

"What was that?" He asked brusquely.

"Oh, this place is haunted; it's probably one of our friendly ghosts." I was trying to push him back towards the open area outside of the nook, having given up on him leaving of his own accord.

"Haunted?" He looked down at me, with a small smirk. "That didn't sound like a ghost to me."

There was more commotion, and in their exuberance, someone had pushed on the microfiche cabinets near us.

He grabbed my arm and headed in the direction of the noise. I followed, dragging my feet. This was going to be awkward.

As we rounded the cabinets, we saw them. The guy had her up against the wall, her skirt pushed up to her waist and her shirt up, exposing her breasts. Her long legs were wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, both of them panting heavily. She was holding on to his shoulders, arching her back, while he sucked on her distended nipples. Her moans were muffled because one of his hands was covering her mouth tightly.

They hadn't heard us approach and I wanted to escape, but his hand tightened on my wrist. His eyes were on the couple, watching them before glancing down at me. My face reddened, and I looked away quickly. He quickly pulled us into an aisle so we wouldn't be seen, and I stumbled into his chest. This was definitely awkward.

"Aren't you going to say something to them?" He whispered, definitely smirking at me now, challenging me to stop them before his eyes slid back to them again. He was flushed, but his hand was cool on mine. My hand was getting sweaty, whether from how tightly he was grasping it or from nerves, I'm not sure.

"Actually, I usually just walk away, and let security handle it." I shrugged, still unable to look at him in the face. I didn't want to look towards the couple but I couldn't help it, they were so…on display. My breathing picked up, and I know my face was flush.

I leaned back against the shelves, trying to catch my breath. It was always embarrassing to find these couples, but with him next to me, it was almost exciting.

His hand was tightening around my hand in a rhythm shockingly similar to the pace the couple was keeping, and his breathing was shallow. His eyes would shift back and forth from mine to the couple. It was disconcerting; I couldn't tell if he was enjoying watching them or me more. I shivered, and leaned away from him.

I heard him laugh softly, "Well, I guess we better leave them to it then."

He took another look back at the couple before releasing my hand and walking back towards the reference area.

As we walked off, I heard her cry out as he grunted loudly.

When I caught up, I decided to throw a little sarcasm at him, as punishment for his little stunt back there.

"Well, at least they didn't need my help finding what they wanted." I tossed over my shoulder I passed him. I focused on not tripping on my way to the desk.

I heard his chuckle but refused to look back at him. Pervert. Libraries are always full of them.

EPOV

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she stalked off to the desk. Setting my bag down, I spread my notes and got my laptop out. I had a paper due already, on a precedent and it's implications in Supreme Court rulings. Fun stuff. This was my first year in the law program; I had gotten my history degree at UW. That's where Jasper and I had met; he was a GTA in a couple of my classes, while working on his second Masters. We ended up working on my honors thesis together. When I had heard he had gotten a job at the same university my dad had been teaching since I was a kid, I decided to go home.

Both of my parents taught at the university so my brother Emmett, my sister Alice and I were campus brats. I hadn't wanted to go here for my undergrad, I felt like I should break out my shell a little. When your dad is a professor in the medical school that does groundbreaking research, it can quickly turn into a fishbowl.

Alice was just a sophomore, majoring in Interior Design. Our mom had been a professor for years in the Architecture department, but she was just teaching a few classes now. She was focusing on her work outside of teaching, building up a larger clientele for her firm. Alice planned on becoming a partner in the firm when she graduated.

Emmett had gotten his Bachelor's in Kinesiology here. He was a power forward on the basketball team all four years, helping the team make it into the NCAA playoffs his senior year. He wanted to go pro but during workouts with the Celtics he got injured pretty badly, so he pulled his name out of the draft. We all knew how disappointed he was, but when the athletic department offered him a job as a trainer for the team, he bounced back. He had always planned on getting into coaching someday, preferably after his pro career, so it helped ease his disappointment about the injury.

I was working on a law degree, which bothered my dad I think. He had always wanted one of his kids to go into medicine, but none of us were ever interested in it. There was no blatant pressure; we just knew he would be pleased if it did happen.

My class load was pretty heavy, lots of work but I didn't have a job, I was just focusing on school so it was doable. I would probably intern somewhere next summer, but I wasn't going to worry about it until the spring.

Her voice cut through my thoughts as I heard her yelling at somebody. She had walked towards the bank of elevators where there appeared to be a homeless guy. I couldn't tell what he was doing from here, until he turned around.

He was stumbling and waving his flaccid penis at her while he pissed. She jumped back, screaming. I was out of my seat and across the room before I could think.

"Hey, buddy, you need to put that away! I called Security and Mike isn't as nice as I am!" She was trying to be stern, but I could detect the panic in her voice.

I stepped between her and the man, turning him to face the wall.

"Just stay where you are. Don't move!" I didn't want to have to touch him again, he was filthy. He stayed facing the wall, and when he had finished his business I could hear him rearranging his clothes.

After a few minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning to look over at her, I smiled. She really was gorgeous.

"Um, I want you to know I could have handled that on my own, but thanks anyways." She smiled, before turning towards the security guard that was quickly approaching.

"Bella, you okay?" He asked, putting his hands on her shoulder, patting her down as if she had been hurt.

She was nodding, "Mike, I am fine, he's been contained. I had a helper, a regular good Samaritan." She finished with a wry look in my direction. I guess she was still thinking about earlier, when we had seen that couple fucking. I smiled. Whatever, it was hot. I know she thought so too, she probably just didn't want to admit it.

I was a little stunned at how intense it had been, holding her hand while watching them. That was one of my fantasies, to have sex in a public place, one that I had never had the opportunity to play out. The look on her face, flushed with her pouty lips parted as she breathed unevenly. I couldn't help but imagine that it was us up against that wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, my mouth on her... just thinking about it was getting me hard, I needed to stop.

Shaking my head to get the image out, I watched as Mike escorted the man to the elevator. He kept looking back at Bella, before shooting me a look of warning. Was this guy her boyfriend? He seemed a little unpolished to be dating her, but what did I know.

I turned to talk to her, only to see her walking away. Well, I guess she was done with me. I headed back over to my table, ready to get to work.

The library was pretty empty, which was nice. It was quiet enough to work without being too hushed. The time flew by as I worked on my paper. I had my iPod on and just focused on the work in front of me. Every so often I would glance towards the ref desk, where Bella was sitting. She had spent most of the night reading, helping the occasional student. I caught her looking over in my direction once, and smiled at her. She laughed and shook her head, looking away quickly.

I thought about earlier, when I had walked up to the desk to ask for help, she had been busy helping another student. So, I tried to locate the document on my own. It wasn't working out, and I decided I needed help. If Jasper was here, I could have just asked him to find it for me.

When she had turned to me and asked if she could help, I felt like I had been kicked in the gut. She was beautiful, and she wasn't responding to my question. I cleared my throat while my head worked overtime trying to think of something intelligent to say. I asked her to help me find what I was looking for and she cracked a library joke, snorting afterwards. It was ridiculous, but I wanted to kiss her. She was so guileless, no façade, just real.

I didn't want her to think I was some weirdo, so I just tried to play it cool, act like I normally acted. When she stood up and stretched her hands over her head, I thought I was going to choke. Her breasts jutted out and her shirt pulled up at the bottom revealing a sliver of her midriff. I had to control my breathing, so that I didn't try to drag this girl off into the stacks and do dirty things to her.

She had brushed past me, her scent trailing after her. When she looked over her shoulder and crooked her finger, I knew I was doomed. Once I had started following she stumbled a little. I reached out a hand to help her but she didn't need it, catching herself as if it was something she did often.

I knew libraries were popular places for people to have sex, but I had never run into anyone that had personally tried it. Not that I wouldn't try it, especially if I had someone as hot as this girl.

I was surprised at how I reacted to seeing them, but watching her reaction was even better. I could tell she was trying to look anywhere but where they were. But her eyes would invariably slide back to them. She didn't seem shocked by it though, I wondered how often she had seen this before. If she had ever watched people before, if she had ever imagined herself doing that. I realized that I was squeezing her hand when she tried to pull away from me.

I had to get out of here before I did something stupid. I dropped her hand and headed back out of the room. She must think I am some kind of pervert.

Coming out of my reverie, I noticed that she was packing her stuff up. It was midnight, and her replacement had arrived. I stood, debating whether I should go over and try to talk to her again. Before I could decide what move to make, she headed to the elevators. When the elevator opened she walked in and turned around. Just before the doors closed she smiled and gave me a little wave. I returned the smile and sat back down. Better get this stuff done so I can go home before tomorrow night. Of course, if she worked nights, I would definitely be hanging out here more often.