“Yeah, I do. But I usually step out of the room so my patient can undress in private.”
Like I ran for a bus but missed it and now I’m trying to play it off as a random light jog, I continue pushing my sweatpants down until they’re pooled at the end of the bed.
“I’m not shy when it comes to shit like that.”
I smirk up at her, and to my surprise, she fucking winks at me.
Hell yes.
Placing a fluffy white towel over my legs, she rests it at the top of my thighs and carefully presses her fingertips into the offending area.
“From what I understand, you aren’t shy about much, Will.”
I dig my fingernails into my palm when Candice’s fingers find a particularly tender area, and she begins massaging the knot that’s formed there.
“I’m sorry you got stood up for a date the other night.” She moves toward my dick. “Some people don’t know a good thing when they see it.”
Despite a hot girl’s hands all over me and the flirtatious turn our conversation has taken, all I can think about is a dark-haired Drew berating me over dinner as she scrolled through my social media.
While I haven’t deleted the post I made, I haven’t posted anything more since that time.
I know at least one of Drew’s emails contains content for me to approve before it goes live, and I should really reply. Still, I’m struggling to accept handing over control, even if it is the right thing to do for my public image.
“Oh”—I wave a hand and wince when Candice moves to a different spot—“that was me messing around. I didn’t actually get stood up. A friend kept me waiting outside their apartment, and I was bored.”
Her brows pinch together, and who can blame her? I sound like a fucking weirdo right now.
Penance for posting bullshit on the internet, I guess.
“So … you’re not seeing anyone then?”
I pause on replying for a second and think over my options.
It’s been well over a week since I last got laid, and in William Jones’s world, that’s a fucking long time.
I decide to play with Candice a little bit.
“Do you frequently ask about your patient’s relationship status? You know, while also offering them privacy to take their clothes off?”
She flushes at that, and suddenly, I’m not Will Jones, the cute rookie, any longer. I’m the hot new Rogues forward, irresistible to the female training staff.
As it fucking should be.
“Not ordinarily,” she replies, voice a little higher than before. “But then, not everyone strips in front of me either.”
Eyes fixed, we’re locked in a game of who will speak next.
We both know this is way over the line already, and I get a hunch that Candice is not the type to flirt with players.
I should probably take the compliment and respect the boundaries set by the team. Player-staff fraternizationneverends well and would undoubtedly sit at the top of Drew’s rulebook.
“I guess it’s only polite for me to ask.” I throw her a wink of my own. “What’s your current dating status?”
Drew might like to formulate a long list of rules to keep me in line, but contrary to popular opinion, I actually have some of my own.
Starting with taken women.
Before anything goes down with them, I want to know if they’re seeing someone, and if they are, I never go there.
