I was stunned by his words since they suggested he knew I was now working with the Hero Society, but my reaction was what he wanted.
“I’m not dismissive to anyone but you, and you clearly aren’t broken up by it.” I gazed down at my cake, wanting to eat it, but didn’t want to use the contaminated fork or go bother Melissa Ann for a new one.
“Awesome, you’ve officially ruined my birthday cake. Great job, Dorian.” I sighed and stood to leave, repeating to myself that I wasn’t going to let him get to me.
I had patients I needed to go check on, anyway. After tossing my leftover cake in the trash, then hugging Melissa Ann for the surprise, I left the room to get back to work.
The hospital was quiet as I walked down the hallway to the ER. Suddenly hands grabbed me, yanking my body into a room. The door snapped shut behind me, and I drew in a breath to scream, but whoever grabbed me pressed their lips to mine.
My eyes were wide as I took in the dark hair and brown eyes in front of me.
Not just anyone was pressed against me with his lips to mine.
It was Dorian.
His hands relaxed their grip on my body, one sliding down my arm to rest against my hip while the other cupped my jaw, trying to open me up, stroking gently.
My lips parted in shock, my brain urging me to tell him to get the fuck off me, but then his teeth nipped my lower lip before his tongue flicked it afterwards, and my body melted, kissing him back.
My chest arched against his body as his hot mouth fucked mine. He tasted like icing and pure desire, making my hands move to his neck, pulling him into me more. He growled, and I moaned at the sound. Oh God, he was sin incarnate. Dorian knew what he was doing, and he was currently possessing my body through his lips.
Then he pulled back, his eyes smug as he took in my wet lips, blushed cheeks, and hooded eyes.
“Best present I could give you, other than my cock. Enjoy the memories.”
It was like he dumped a giant bucket of ice-cold water over my head. This was a—no, I couldn’t even come up with what the hell this was.
In my anger, I gripped the small hairs at the back of his neck, enjoying his snarl from the pain it caused.
His eyes flashed with revenge but then smoldered into something different, something that made me feel like he was about to kiss me again and this time not stop.
I let go of his neck and pushed him back, ready to get out of the supply closet he’d dragged me into.
His face and body posture were still rigid like a man on edge, one that was close to lunging for me. Nope. Fuck that.
“Thanks for the memories. Now I definitely remember why I hate you.” I opened the door and walked away with as much cool composure as I could. I heard the door behind me open and close hard, but he didn’t come after me.
Once I got home I would let myself think about what just happened, but right now I had to focus on my job. Especially when two men came in via ambulance from a bad car accident.
I had people who needed me, and I could help them, one way or another.
