She locked her emerald gaze on me and waited.
“Maybe you’re exciting me.”
If I weren’t watching her so closely, I would’ve missed that tiny reaction of shock. How she just barely glanced down with a coy smirk.
“I’m not here to excite you.”
Now she did it.
She lost her tight grip of professionalism and actually lowered her gaze toward my lap. Witnessing the spread of pink over her cheeks was the highest reward I’d felt like I’d earned in a long damn time.
She’d dropped her focus to where I’d be demonstrating how excited a gorgeous woman like her could make me. In a hospital gown, no less. Fortunately, I was still too sluggish and getting back to the living to be hard. But I bet if she spotted an erection tenting this thin material, she’d lose her cool even more.
And I wanted her to.
“I’m here to orchestrate your recovery and see to the delivery of your care.”
I nodded, unwilling to speak because I was getting fond of listening to her melodic voice. The tease of her thinking she could tell me what to do was too much to pass up on.
She amused me. This sexy, young doctor was a pastime I didn’t want to forfeit. “Noted,” I replied. “But I’ve got things to do. Places to be. People to…” I dragged my gaze from her burning emerald stare, over her breasts, and all the way down to where her curvy waist hid behind the bulk of her white doctor’s coat.“People to see,” I finished belatedly, wishing I had the chance to linger here and fall under the spell of her company.
“You’ve also got a recovery to accommodate for,” she quipped.
“Not here.” I stood, abruptly getting in her space. Without actually touching her, I damn near brushed against her chest. Her generous breasts heaved quickly as her breath hitched.
I’d caught her off guard. I surprised her. But with her instant step back, putting too much space between us, she shook her head and cleared her throat. I was getting there. If I had more time, I could crack her professional shell.
I didn’t have the time, though. I had to check in with my men, see if my daughter was all right, and if we could determine who’d dare to attack us at my home.
“Mister—”
“Orlov,” I finished for her as I stepped aside. Spotting a folded pile of clothes that Andre or Roman had no doubt brought for me, or one of the guards, I planned to change and get the hell out of here. “Mikhail Orlov,” I told the doctor, already clued in to how naïve and ignorant she had to be. If she had any clue who I was, what kind of a criminal boss I was famed as, she wouldn’t have tried to assert any ounce of authority over me.
“Mr. Orlov,” she said. “Please understand the importance of staying and resting after your injuries. I cannot stress it enough that if you don’t give your body a chance to heal, you risk further injury and long-term obstacles to your health.”
I shook my head, grabbing the pile of clothes on the counter. The sedative made me sleepy, but I was up. The ache on my thigh would fade, and I was barely limping. This hit on my shoulderwould bother me for a while yet, but I was mobile. I was alive. And I was ready to go.
“Mr. Orlov, your care isn’t complete here. Without a medical history or any other information—” She followed me toward the side of the room.
“Forget it. I’m not in the mood to share my personal information here.”
“I’m not fishing for information about you formysake, but to better analyze a proper plan of care.”
I shrugged my uninjured shoulder. “I’ll figure it out.”
“You need medical assistance and a solid recovery treatment plan?—”
“Then write one down for me.” I dropped the gown.
Her gaze plummeted again, zeroing in on my dick. Her lips opened in a sexyOof shock, and just like that, my mind went there. Without any effort, I envisioned her lips wrapped around my dick like that, stretched wide and wet.
Fuck. She’s messing with my head.
Squeaking in alarm, she raised her hand to shield her eyes from looking. Staring anywhere but at me, she furrowed her brow and stammered, trying to string together something more than sounds andumreactions.
I smiled, not too worried about modesty. She could look her fill all she wanted. Fuck, Iwantedher to look, to be shocked and scandalized. Now that she was bordering on red, not pink, in her cheeks, I wondered just how young she was to be this shocked.
“My personal physician is no longer practicing,” I said calmly as I started to step into the pants. Grimacing at the pain of moving my wounded arm and leg, I breathed through the agony of hurrying. Shewasright. I probably should’ve been resting, but I’d do it at home, with my guards, where I wouldn’t be exposed here. Too many cameras were in here. So many people could be eavesdropping. Hell, some of those Popovs and Giovannis could be here from that bombing last week.
