Like he hasn’t just seen me acting like a crumpled mess on the stairs. Could this day get any worse? Actually, I take that back. I don’t need any ideas going up into the universe.
“You too,” I say, then quickly turn to Maya. “Listen, Gracie is doing well, but the police are in there now, and they’ll be here soon. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Do you want me to stay with you, Maymay?”
She eyes me warily, like she is going to say no. Maybe she only needs Tommy with her now.
“I’ll be fine, Fal, don’t worry about me. I'm ready to get back home and sleep for a week,” shesays with a weak smile. One that she's obviously using to placate me.
So I play along.
“Cabin home or Tommy's house, home?” I ask, raising my brow suggestively.
“Take me anywhere. I’m in need of a good sleep and a decent cup of tea,” she says.
“Oh god, me too. The tea and coffee in this place are gross.”
“I can always make you one from the staffroom if you prefer?” Luke asks from behind me. My back stiffens at the sound of his voice. For a second, I forgot he was in the room.
“Ye-yes. Please. If you don’t mind,” I stutter, not quite sure that being alone with the dreamy doctor is a very good idea, but I am in need of the good stuff. Coffee, that is.
I follow Luke out of the room, staying a step behind like a naughty schoolgirl ready for the cane. Maybe that’s the wrong metaphor, I don’t know what his kinks are, and he might just enjoy that.
It takes less than a minute to get there, and he holds the door open and ushers me inside. Luckily, there is no one else in here right now, probably too busy doing actual work rather than pestering me.
“Milk and sugar?” he asks, gesturing for me to take a seat on the plastic-covered couch.
“Yes, please, two,” I say as he starts getting to work.
“So…” he starts, his back to me. “Are we going to talk about what happened on the stairs? Or are we pretending it didn’t happen?”
“I vote for option two,” I offer, internally cringing.
“Hm,” is all the noise he makes.
“Hm?” I ask. “That’s it?”
“Yep. You don’t want to talk about why you ran away from me like you'd seen a ghost, so who am I to push you?”
“Okay… thanks?” I am so confused.
I'm not used to this shit. Why isn’t he pushing? Is it the doctor in him? I bet he's using reverse psychology, and it's bloody working.
He walks over and hands me a steaming cup of goodness, then takes a seat in the chair opposite me, eyeing me up and down.
“What?” I raise a brow. “I know I don’t look good right now, so don’t give me those come fuck me eyes.”
He chokes on a laugh.
“Fuck me eyes? That was never my intention,” he smiles before biting his bottom lip to hold it in.
Holy lord Jesus, what is it with him and being so irresistible? I scramble for words to make this situation a little less awkward.
“So, has it been a long day in the office for you?” I ask.
“Actually, it's my day off.” He replies.
“Do you have no social life and like to hangaround here for fun?” I scrunch up my nose.
“Ha… no. I’m here because Tommy asked me to be. I don’t tend to set foot anywhere near this place unless I'm needed,” he smirks, probably thinking about the time he had to take me to be checked over for punching his face. “How is your hand by the way?”
