“I try.”
I looked back at him and he winked. His calm blue depths were kind and playful, and the combination coupled with his good looks could be dangerous for my damaged heart.
“First. My name isEye-la, notIs-la.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed at how many people mispronounced my name.
“My apologies, Isla.” He nodded as he said my name in a sincere tone.
“It’s fine.” I reclined my neck. The dude was seriously tall. “What kind of doctor? Sports medicine?” I lowered my gaze to his arms, noticing how his bronze skin contrasted nicely with the crisp white button-down shirt he wore.
Falina didn’t have a strict dress code. She didn’t care about the style of shirt. It only had to be solid black or white—no prints. Most of the staff wore T-shirts, but Jon must’ve wanted to make a good impression. I liked that about him. It showed he cared.
“Family practice. I’m not much of a sports guy.”
Color me surprised. “That’s a shame. You have the um… build for it.” I forced myself to stop assessing him when his eyes twinkled. “Keep up, Doc.” I bolted away, tray in hand.
The next two hours were uneventful with Doctor Jon dazzling me with his dexterity and speed. There wasn’t one broken glass, wrong order, or any other screw up for that matter.
Mind blown.
Despite Jon’s above-average height, long arms, andbighands, he worked with precision and care. But was he the same way in the bedroom?
Gah! No, Isla. Head out of the bedroom.
Hard up or not, I had Pippa to consider. Instead, I blamed Ciro for screwing with my mind yesterday and making mefeelagain.
Oh, oh… Jon’s long fingers… They were suddenly massaging my neck.Oh, my word!
“You’re tense,” my Jedi in training whispered from behind me.
“You have no idea.” My breathing hitched. I couldn’t help it. Nor could I help but soak my stupid cotton bikinis. Had I actually said that out loud? How pathetic was I?
Of course, being touched by a man melted me after zero physical touch since…Ciro. God, I just wanted him out of my head.
“I can help you withthat.” His thumbs pressed along the base of my neck.
Melting. Melting. Melting.
The way he kneaded my muscles felt spectacular. The pads of his fingers traveled up, then back down, then up my neck. Suddenly, those long-ass fingers covered my throat. He could’ve choked me if he applied the right amount of pressure.
My mind went straight into the gutter, imagining Doctor Jon tying me to a bed and having his way with me. Torturing me with his long digits…
Hell yes! I want him to help me withthat.
I hadn’t had sex since?—
I stopped myself from thinkinghisname. My eyes rolled into my head as I relished Doctor Jon’s attention.
The bistro was so quiet, we could hear a pin drop or the rampant pulse in my ears. I clenched my thighs. The cotton fabric between them was so warm and wet, furthering my dirty desires.
Ciro’s furious brown eyes flashed in my head.
I inhaled a ragged breath and stepped away from Jon. “Let me show you how to do your timecard at the end of your shift.”
“Isla… I shouldn’t have…” His voice trailed. Regret rolled off him, and I wasn’t sure if I should be embarrassed or offended.
“No. It’s fine. Come…” I cringed mid-step. Nice word choice. I pretended I didn’t just saycomeand continued toward the back of the bistro to teach my new Jedi the ins and outs of the kitchen.
I wondered if he was working catering with me later. No. I shouldn’t wonder anything about him. But what if he was part of the fresh start I needed?
