After slipping her shoes on, she followed the stuck-up old biddy out of the library
, locked the doors
and
followed Ms. Brooks
across the yard to the administrator’s office.
“You have no one to blame , but yourself.” Mrs. Brooks slammed the door and plopped down into an antique leather chair. “As of this moment, Ms. Milan, your employment here is terminated.”
The woman sitting at the desk across from her glared at Olivia with the coldest eyes she’d ever seen as she slid a piece of paper across the polished surface.
“You can’t be serious. Mrs. Brooks, I’ve dedicated my life to this University and the library.”
“I’ve been waiting for this day. In fact, I’ve had this voluntary resignation form on hand for months. Honestly, in light of recent revelations, you should thank your lucky stars we didn’t have you arrested. Over the years, you’ve conducted one-on-one sessions with a professor and other employees. I thought I’d made myself clear when I warned you the last time. Now, you’re back to romping with students? Please pack your things and vacate the premises before morning classes
begin
start . Let’s face it, the fewer people who witness your departure, the better. We’ll tell them you resigned and that will be the end of this fiasco. Sign this paper and leave immediately.”
“Of course
, b
. , . b B B ut in my defense, there ha
ve
ve n’t been that many instances and everyone was a willing, if not exuberant, participant. I haven’t corrupted anyone. Sure, I screwed a few people in the library, but not during open hours. I would never do something like that.” Olivia signed the voluntary resignation form with a flourish, tossed down her pen and stood, stretching her long legs.
“I expect you’ll leave everything just as you found it.”
With a pointed look, she dusted off her short black skirt and straightened her satin blouse. “Mrs. Brooks, have you ever known me to leave a mess?” Okay, she probably should’ve thought before saying that. “I mean, yes, I’ll be sure everything is cleaned up. I mean…”
Mrs. Brooks rolled her eyes. “Just leave. You have no idea how disappointed I am in you. I can’t stand the sight of you.”
“That really isn’t fair, Mrs. Brooks. You know how much I love this place, how much pride I have in our library. What I do before or after hours should be nobody’s concern , but my own.” She shook her head and the long, raven-colored strands cascaded across her shoulders.
“That might’ve have been the case and may have remained so if you hadn’t had sex in the building you claim to love so much...”
Yeah. Not her most brilliant idea. But she couldn’t help herself. Everything about that library turned her on. The sight and smell, of long hardwood shelves shined to perfection. Even then, as she stood in Dean Brooks’ office receiving her walking papers, the mere thought of those spotless, long, hard tables used for research had her creaming her panties and her heart thundering.
“Ahem.”
“Yes, well, I guess I’ll be going. I’m sorry we couldn’t find a way to fix this.”
Opening the door, she heard, “Do that. And while you’re at it, find someone to settle down with before you end up an old spinster. You won’t be able to keep the young men coming forever. No pun intended.”
On her way out of the administration building, Olivia passed one of the young men she’d tutored the week before. The twenty-year-old baseball player had been especially responsive to their one-on-one session. Sam had proven what they say about the size of the shoe to be true and it’d been a lesson for both of them that day. One Olivia wouldn’t forget anytime soon. As she walked across the campus, she wondered if she’d have time to tutor one more time before she left the grounds for good. Unfortunately, she didn’t pass another student and she depended on the crisp air of that March morning to cool her down.
“If they’d
, locked the doors
and
followed Ms. Brooks
across the yard to the administrator’s office.
“You have no one to blame , but yourself.” Mrs. Brooks slammed the door and plopped down into an antique leather chair. “As of this moment, Ms. Milan, your employment here is terminated.”
The woman sitting at the desk across from her glared at Olivia with the coldest eyes she’d ever seen as she slid a piece of paper across the polished surface.
“You can’t be serious. Mrs. Brooks, I’ve dedicated my life to this University and the library.”
“I’ve been waiting for this day. In fact, I’ve had this voluntary resignation form on hand for months. Honestly, in light of recent revelations, you should thank your lucky stars we didn’t have you arrested. Over the years, you’ve conducted one-on-one sessions with a professor and other employees. I thought I’d made myself clear when I warned you the last time. Now, you’re back to romping with students? Please pack your things and vacate the premises before morning classes
begin
start . Let’s face it, the fewer people who witness your departure, the better. We’ll tell them you resigned and that will be the end of this fiasco. Sign this paper and leave immediately.”
“Of course
, b
. , . b B B ut in my defense, there ha
ve
ve n’t been that many instances and everyone was a willing, if not exuberant, participant. I haven’t corrupted anyone. Sure, I screwed a few people in the library, but not during open hours. I would never do something like that.” Olivia signed the voluntary resignation form with a flourish, tossed down her pen and stood, stretching her long legs.
“I expect you’ll leave everything just as you found it.”
With a pointed look, she dusted off her short black skirt and straightened her satin blouse. “Mrs. Brooks, have you ever known me to leave a mess?” Okay, she probably should’ve thought before saying that. “I mean, yes, I’ll be sure everything is cleaned up. I mean…”
Mrs. Brooks rolled her eyes. “Just leave. You have no idea how disappointed I am in you. I can’t stand the sight of you.”
“That really isn’t fair, Mrs. Brooks. You know how much I love this place, how much pride I have in our library. What I do before or after hours should be nobody’s concern , but my own.” She shook her head and the long, raven-colored strands cascaded across her shoulders.
“That might’ve have been the case and may have remained so if you hadn’t had sex in the building you claim to love so much...”
Yeah. Not her most brilliant idea. But she couldn’t help herself. Everything about that library turned her on. The sight and smell, of long hardwood shelves shined to perfection. Even then, as she stood in Dean Brooks’ office receiving her walking papers, the mere thought of those spotless, long, hard tables used for research had her creaming her panties and her heart thundering.
“Ahem.”
“Yes, well, I guess I’ll be going. I’m sorry we couldn’t find a way to fix this.”
Opening the door, she heard, “Do that. And while you’re at it, find someone to settle down with before you end up an old spinster. You won’t be able to keep the young men coming forever. No pun intended.”
On her way out of the administration building, Olivia passed one of the young men she’d tutored the week before. The twenty-year-old baseball player had been especially responsive to their one-on-one session. Sam had proven what they say about the size of the shoe to be true and it’d been a lesson for both of them that day. One Olivia wouldn’t forget anytime soon. As she walked across the campus, she wondered if she’d have time to tutor one more time before she left the grounds for good. Unfortunately, she didn’t pass another student and she depended on the crisp air of that March morning to cool her down.
“If they’d
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