His eyes crinkle with a wide, fake smile. “Listen, I get it. We all have our days. I don’t have to report it, the day was light and I covered for you.”
Relieved, I nod. “Oh my God, that would be great?—”
“As long as you agree to one date.” He holds up his pointer finger. “Just one, Collins. We can even call it astudy session."
My body shuts down at his insinuation. Did he just?—?
I assess his casual stance, his leering smile. The bastard knows exactly what he’s asking. He’s heard the rumors about me in the library and now he’s trying to collect.
Like Hell.
Glaring, I cross my arms. “Sorry, haven’t you heard? I’m newly engaged. I’ll be there by next Wednesday for a makeup session per the syllabus.”
Turning away, he grabs my elbow and I mentally curse. “Maybe I won’t report one absence? I’ll report two?”
I try to tug free but his fingers are pressed tight to my joint. “Listen, this isn’t going to end well for you if you don’t let go?—”
The words barely leave my lips as I’m yanked free and Dillion is sent flying into the opposite wall. The frames rattle, medical posters and warning signs falling down around him as my resident tries to pull himself up.
And between him and me is Hayes, standing like a pouncing lion, ready to rip his throat out for daring to touch me.
As Dillion stands, Hayes grabs his throat, pinning him to the wall, his toes scratching the scuffed tile. I gasp. It should not be this hot to see him manhandle a creep like this—but it is.
My panties grow horribly wet.
“Bad mistake,” he says, grinning like a lunatic. “Now, I’m going to have to cut off every finger that brushed her skin.”
“Get your hands off of me!”
Hayes tsks. “See, this is how it’s going to go.” He pulls the doctor close, holding their faces inches apart. “You’re going to apologize. Then you’re going to resign from your position. Effective immediately.”
“You can’t?—”
“And if youdon’t,” he continues, conversationally. “I’ll find out where you live. Tie you to a chair. And remove every appendage you don’t need. Spoiler alert: I’m going for your dick first.” He smiles wide. “Then I’ll work on toes, legs, and keepgoing until I think you’ve gotten the message. Only then, will I kill you.” Hayes winks—winksat the ashen man. “And trust me, that won’t be a mercy either. So what will it be?”
Hayes drops him to the ground with a sudden plop. “Choose wisely, Doctor.”
He doesn’t say anything, scrambling to the door, knocking over disinfectants and tools for autopsies. My ears ring as I hear the elevator beep and the doors close. The terrified man presses every button to make it go faster.
I’m left alone with the hitter in sudden silence. With a horrible growing desire between my thighs that only he can fix.
“I think he made the right choice,” Hayes quips, thumb jerking at the door. “Smart man, that one.”
“How do you know he won’t just tell the college and have me kicked out anyway?”
He dusts off his jacket, completely unbothered as I rub my legs together. “He won’t. You'd be surprised how motivating it is, not to lose your dick.”
I’m drenched. Something about Hayes hurting someone else—for me, has turned my mind into mush and that deranged side perks up, wanting more. Including, wondering how good he would taste?
Hayes looks down at my legs, smiling. “Aw, my girl is feeling needy. What, seeing me tousle up that pretty boy doctor got you all hot and bothered?”
I scoff, looking away. “Shut up.”
He laughs, running a hand through his hair. Pinching my chin, he turns me so we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “What’s wrong, viper? Embarrassed?”
Sighing, I gesture helplessly. “It’s weird, alright? Weird that I get off on?—”
“Violence. Death. Carnage.” He shrugs. “Hate to break it to you, but we’re all fucked up. This life has a wonderful way offucking everything up, including us. So what, you get off on my being violent? I get off on it too.”
