Good girl.
New kink unlocked.
I’m such a dork. It’s not like I haven’t treated handsome men before, and I’m not usually affected by money or notoriety. I don’t care about those things, though Reid clearly has both. Reid’s hand on my arm, steadying me, is only a light touch, but it’s…
I grab up the discarded plastic packets, and he releases my arm.
“That’s it. All done,” I gasp out. I should get away from this man. He brings out something in me that I didn’t realise was there.
“Get the car,” he directs one of his men, totally unconcerned, presumably unaware I’ve been having a semi-religious experience over here from being called a good girl.
“You’ll need to keep the wound clean and change the dressing.” I rattle off more instructions at the speed of a nervous child doing a reading for school assembly, clutching the waste wrappers to me. “Do you have any questions?”
By the time I’ve finished, my cheeks aren’t burning. More lightly toasting.
I’m under control. I just have to get out of here having done my job and avoid making an idiot of myself.
“I do have one question,” he continues. “This cleaning and such sounds like a lot of work. You have gentle hands, and they,” he indicates his men, who are watching us with varying degrees of fear and anxiety, “do not.”
I blink.
“I’d like you to come and work for me, and manage this.” He nods down at his now covered wound.
You could knock me over with a feather. He doesn’t even phrase it as a question, as though it’s a given that I’m going to give up my career to be his nursemaid.
“I’ll provide a generous salary. And as you may have overheard,” he shoots a dark glare at the one of his men who stood up to him, “We’ve recently had an opening in our health team that needs filling.”
The doctor who was killed.
Presumably, in the same gun fight that Reid was injured in.
I know working in a hospital can have its moments, but I have never once seen gunfire in here. I’d be insane to agree, and yet I don’t immediately say no. There’s something very compelling about this dangerous, growly man.
He’s probably twice my age. The grey of his hair suggests he’s over forty.
“A very generous salary, with a starting bonus of twenty thousand if you’ll come with me now.”
I gape. For a second, I’m tempted. Honestly, compelled by this man’s undeniable if grumpy attraction.
But then my mother’s words echo in my head.Your father is like all men.
I’ve never felt anything towards a man because if he’s like my father, I’m better off alone.
“That’s so generous, and I appreciate it. But I can’t just leave my job!” I soften the refusal with a sweet smile. “My colleagues and patients need me here.”
“Fifty thousand.” He says the amount like it’s nothing.
“But…” My brain can’t even process this.
“Fifty, and I respect loyalty. You can finish your shiftand hand in your notice then. My men will bring you to my residence afterwards.”
Bring me? Like I’m a bag of shopping? That’s the thing which snaps me out of the trance.
I draw away, and our gazes meet again. There’s darkness, insistence, but also respect in his blue eyes.
“Thank you for the offer, but I can’t do that. I’m sure your men will do fine with helping you. They can return for any extra information they need, or there’s a good website?—”
“It has to be you.” His brows lower and he’s back to being the fierce, scary man who gets exactly what he wants in all circumstances.
