“Um…thanks…um…Grim.”
I nod once.
“Can you take a seat on the gurney?” she tells the little shit.
I catch her name badge, and my brain short-circuits for a second.
It’s her. It’s Wren Lewis. The human who supposedly has a thing for me.
She has brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. Brown eyes that are warm and kind. A face that’s pretty in a way that sneaks up on you. There is a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her cheeks are a little flushed. She isn’t wearing much makeup, but she doesn’t need it.
Wren smiles at Shenron, and I see her dimples. Fuck, she has dimples.
“Right,” she says, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. “I’m Wren. I’ll be administering your vaccination today. It’ll be quick and painless, I promise.”
Shenron glances at me and then nods at her.
“Let me check your file, and we can get this over with in a sec.”
She moves to the computer and pulls up his information. While she’s focused on the screen, I find myself looking at her. Really looking at her, since I have the perfect side profile.
She’s shorter than I expected. Maybe five-three, five-four at most. And curvy as all fuck. The white coat can’t hide the way she fills it out. Lush tits that make my mouth water. Wide hips that flare out from a smaller waist. Those are tits made for bouncing, hips made for gripping while…
Nope!
I force my eyes away and focus on Shenron, who’s bouncing his leg but keeping his mouth firmly shut.
Wren turns back to him, syringe in hand. “Okay, if you could just roll up your sleeve for me.”
Shenron doesn’t say a word. He just extends his arm, sleeve already rolled up, and sits there like a statue while Wren cleans the injection site with the alcohol swab.
She slides the needle into his arm, and Shenron doesn’t even flinch.
“All done,” she says, pressing a cotton ball to the injection site. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
Shenron nods, still holding the cotton ball to his arm. He looks up at me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Um…thank you…Miss…um…thanks,” Shenron tells her, eyes on me.
“No problem.” She smiles, and those dimples pop out again.
I force my eyes away and focus on the wall. On the medical posters. On anything but her. She disposes of the needle and types something on the computer.
“You’re all set,” Wren tells Shenron, handing him a small card. “This is your vaccination record. Keep it somewhere safe.”
“Thanks,” he mutters.
I clear my throat. “Let’s go.”
Shenron practically leaps off the gurney and heads for the door. I start to follow him, but Wren’s voice stops me.
“Thank you,” she says again.
I turn back, and she’s looking at me with those warm eyes of hers. They’re fanned by thick lashes.
“Really. That was…” She trails off, and a flush creeps up her neck. “That was very kind of you.”
Kind. Right. I just punched a guy in the face, and she’s calling me kind.
