Seems she hadn’t been through this before. “Tylenol only, no aspirin,” I corrected. “It’s in your discharge instructions.”
“Sorry. I misspoke.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol. “I know better.”
“The doctor also said you have to follow all my instructions.”
She went to the refrigerator. “And now you’re a comedian? I know she didn’t say that.”
I followed her. “You know you didn’t have to get a concussion to have me over. I would have come earlier if you’d invited me.”
She pulled out two cans of ginger ale and held one up.
I nodded, walked to her, and accepted it. “Thanks.”
“I thought you SEALs stuck to your promises.”
She had me there. My comments bordered on flirting. She was just too damned irresistible. I accepted the soft drink. “Sorry. You’re right.” I popped the top on the can and took a gulp. “So, Peyton, where are you from originally?”
She waved a finger. “Oh, no, you don’t. We’re not playing get-to-know-you. That falls under flirting, which falls under propositioning, which you lost the right to do. So no talking.”
I stayed quiet while she dropped two pills in her mouth and chased them with ginger ale. She slowly drank more before she broke the silence. “Let me show you to your room.”
I grabbed my backpack and followed her, watching that sweet ass the whole way.
She opened a door to one of the two non-master bedrooms. “Is this okay?”
I nodded. “Sure. Which door is your bedroom?” Since I’d cleared the entire space, I knew which one was the master. But the beds had all been made, so I didn’t know for sure which one she was using.
She stiffened.
“Calm down. It’s a purely professional question, in case you call for help.”
“At the end.” She indicated the master bedroom and started that way. “See you in the morning.”
“Not so fast.”
With a creased brow, she turned. “What now? I’ve had a long day.”
“Time for your checkup.”
“Very funny. I’m not playing doctor with you.”
My cock stirred as an image of me examining her naked body came to mind.
“Remember your promise?”
I put a hand in my pocket and locked down my raging desire for this woman. Now was not the time. “It’s not a come-on. The doc put me in charge of monitoring you, and I’m not shirking that duty.”
“It’s very gallant of you to offer, but I feel fine.”
With the huge bump on the back of her head, I doubted that. “If you don’t want to cooperate with me, I can take you back to the ER to get checked by them. We have to be diligent in monitoring for worsening symptoms.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t take your jokes right now.”
“How much do you know about concussion protocols?” I didn’t know much either, but we’d been taught a few things as SEALs in case of head injuries.
She stood defiantly with her hands on her hips for a second before giving in. “Make it quick… And no touching.”
She had a real contact phobia.
