“Does Theo know?”
She shrugged. “He left a bit ago.”
“Where to?”
“Not sure.”
My boss had left his door cracked enough to seem accessible to anyone walking in, but closed enough to let us know to stay out. It was no secret that the boss didn’t care for our new energetic, charismatic therapist, fresh out of college who looked like he’d stepped out of GQ magazine. Cameron Evans was a trust fund baby with a revolving door of women who rivaled any Sephora store.
“Do we know her name?”
“Do we ever?”
“Good point.” I glanced at the clock. “Crap, I’ve gotta?—”
“Yeah, your new client’s been here for forty-five minutes. Got here early.”
I looked around the lobby. “Where is he?”
“I let him in your office. He wasn’t exactly… patient.”
Raging Bull…
I grabbed my purse from the counter and as I started to turn, Zoey grabbed my arm.
“What?”
She plucked a tube of lip gloss from her pocket—because who doesn’t carry a tube of lip gloss in their pocket?—and slathered some on my lips.
I wrinkled my nose, smacking the slimy paste. “Ugh, this tastes like sugar and mint.”
“Yeah. It freshens while it plumps.”
“Do I really look that bad?”
She yanked down the neckline of my blouse and pushed up my breasts, and for the second time, my gaze flickered to the window.
“No. You look fine…” Her grin curled to her ears. “You’re just gonna want to look better.” With a wink, Zoey stepped back and nodded to my closed office door. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
Frowning, I turned toward my office, nerves tickling in my stomach. I didn’t know what the heck I was about to walk into, but between Mr. Jenkins’ warning and Zoey’s fondling, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Little did I know, that single meeting was about to change the course of my life.
4
ROSE
After taking a quick second to review my new patient’s file, I stepped into my office—and stopped dead in my tracks. The dark silhouette faced the window, sitting inmy chair.His back was to me, his feet kicked up on the windowsill as if he owned the place. He appeared to be staring at the rainy mountain landscape outside.
The first thing I noticed was the size of his feet, two dirty cowboy boots crossed at the ankles, a trail of mud running down the wall. I literally cringed. He had brown, shaggy hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a pair of scissors in months, and a neck as thick as a tree trunk. A tattoo peeked out of the collar of a black leather jacket stretched over the widest shoulders I’d ever seen.
I blinked. Although he had to have heard the door open, the man didn’t move. Yep, my new patient, whom I’d never met, had made himself right at home behindmydesk inmyoffice chair. Had he gone through my stuff? Pilfered throughmyspace? My mind began spinning with all the confidential information he could have read on my desk. Totally unacceptable, and totally inappropriate.
Little did I know what kind of inappropriate this man had in store for me.
“Thanks for showing up.” The faceless voice was jarringly low. As smooth as the icing on Mr. Jenkins’ cinnamon buns, and as loaded as a ham and cheese croissant. The man was pissed. Atme.
“Excuse me?”
