Fuck me.
Yeah, that is probably not what she is going to want to hear coming out of my mouth. Which is watering as I take her in. The scrubs hid a lot. Damn, those tits would look so much better with my inked hands wrapped around them.
She starts walking, tossing a large bag over her shoulder but her steps falter when she sees me. Her lips part slightly and even though we’re standing far apart from one another, I sense the intake of breath as she comes to a stop.
We stare at each other, and I fight the urge to smirk. She has no such compunction. Her face morphs into an angry scowl, her lips are full and the color of ripe, juicy cherries. Wonder if that is what she tastes like too?
Yeah, despite the shit storm brewing within the Disciples, that scowl on her gorgeous face is all I can fucking see right now.
Chapter Five
Taylor
Leaving the clinic, my heart feels a little less heavy, despite the strange interaction earlier today. Shannon is letting me go back on rotation next week, not quite a full clinic, but it’s better than sitting behind a desk or seeing two patients a day.
I’m not going to lose it, or be unable to cope with seeing patients. Watching the person you love most in the world waste away to cancer is nothing like what we do here.
It’s not like diabetes doesn’t come with its own complications but the people who come to see us have their treatment well under control.
Tonight is going to be a big night for my next step in the grieving process, I guess. I’m going to take my time getting ready for the night out with Dana wherever she is about to take me. I will have fun no matter what.
The company who came to look at Jesse’s car didn’t take it away, they fixed it right in the lot. I called Jesse a half hour ago to let him know, he paid over the phone and said he’d be here as fast as he could to take the keys. I could have left them inside but chose to wait for him instead.
Except it’s not Jesse standing beside the car. My steps falter and I stop and stare at him across the lot. Why did Jesse not tell me it washimcoming to get the car? And why is he staring at me as if his eyes are eating me alive?
He moves first and starts toward me. As he draws closer, all the blood in my body rushes south and a not so unfamiliar heat begins to pulse between my legs. I fight it. I’mnotgetting turned on by watching this man walk. My brain helpfully reminds me I’ve seen him without his shirt, and I’ve been starved of attention from the opposite sex for a long time.
Before dad got ill, I’d been going through a prolonged dry spell. This reaction is making me equal parts hot, and irritated as hell that I’m letting him get to me. Which is why the words that fall out of my mouth are less than polite.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
One perfectly curved eyebrow lifts, and another thump pulses, my pelvic muscles waking up.
“I thought that was obvious.” He answers, coming to a stop closer than I would like.
I resist the urge to step back. Man, he’s tall, and he smells good. Don’t forget he’s an ass. He spoke to you like you were a piece of shit on his shoe earlier. Treacherous hormones can go screw themselves.
“Where is Jesse?”
“The car needs collecting. I’m here to pick it up.”
“Manners cost nothing you know,” I say, lifting my chin. I’m not afraid of this guy.
“I could say the same thing to you,” he tilts his head.
“Meaning? I’m not the one being rude.”
“What the hell are you doing here?”He repeats my words back to me, sounding far too smug for my liking.
My cheeks flush because he’s right. I was rude. But he started it. Oh god, now I’m thinking like a petulant five-year-old. I can be the bigger person here. Said the medium-sized woman to the gigantic man.
“I was expecting Jesse.”
“Well, you got me.” He shoves a hand in his pocket.
“Do you always boss Jesse around?” I ask before my brain tells me it’s a bad idea.
He huffs out a laugh, there is no amusement to it whatsoever. It makes me mad again.
