Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Dr. Venable smells like expensive, manly cologne. Like he doesn’t belong in the same realm as those guys I go to school with. I bet he doesn’t kiss with a one-track mind to feel my tits up either. He looks like the kind of guy who’d take his time worshiping every inch of flesh.
“I’ll take the stitches out in a couple of weeks,” he tells me as he cleans up his mess. “Don’t mess with it until then.”
“Great, thanks. Can I go now?”
His green eyes flicker. “Nope. I’m ordering a CT scan since you hit your head. Don’t fight me on this one, Lauren.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I frown, but the pulling on my stitches stops me. “Fine.”
He winks at me before exiting the room. That one simple wink turned me into a sweltering ball of flames.
For the next hour, I let Dr. Venable send me to radiology to get the head scan. The woman running the machine is nice and talkative. It makes my head hurt worse. I’m dying to get the hell out of here.
As soon as I’m back in bed, Dr. Venable storms back in, wearing a frown.
“What is it?” I demand.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Scan looks great.”
I scoff at him. “So disappointed, aren’t you, Doc?”
“Daniel.”
His name on his lips sounds erotic and enticing. Only I would crush over a doctor old enough to be my dad and who is infuriatingly persistent in an area I’d rather forget. My health.
“Okay, Dr. Dan,” I bite out. “Why do you seem so unhappy about my head being fine?”
He winces at my words. “I’m not unhappy, I’m annoyed.”
The nerve. He’s supposed to be a doctor!
“What?” I hiss out, trying desperately to hide my hurt.
His features soften as he sits beside me. “I’m annoyed because now I have to argue with you.”
“You could let me win.”
He tilts his head up toward the ceiling as though he’s praying. “Your health isn’t a game.” He brings his chin down, his green eyes boring into me. “I want to run some tests. You’re already here.” His head nods at the machines. “Blood pressure is high again. How’s your abdomen?”
Oh, hell no. Not falling for this.
“Great,” I lie.
His sharp jawline muscles flex as he clenches his teeth. “I could hold you here until your father arrives.”
Rather than wincing because I know it’ll be easy to convince Dad, I lift my chin and meet Daniel’s glare with one of my own. “I was having period pains. Got lightheaded and passed out. I should have eaten more for lunch. My head hurts, but you stitched me right up. I’m ready to go home now.”
Our eyes lock in a silent, heated battle.
In the end, I win because he gives me a clipped nod and storms from the room.
So why does it feel like a loss?
Daniel
I’m a stalker. A fucking creep. But I ignore those thoughts as I scroll through Instagram on my quest for answers. It’s been nearly a month since I discharged Lauren Englewood into her brother’s care after she’d hit her head hard enough to need fourteen stitches. And less than a month since she came in unannounced to have them removed. My mind drifts to the day I took the stitches out.
“You look like you’re feeling well today,” I mutter as I tower over her, plucking at the stitches with my scissors.
She looks better than well.
I’d gaped like some kind of pervert when she came waltzing into the ER like she owned it moments before. Unlike the other two times I’d seen her, she was dressed and made up. Big brown eyes are more striking with her eyeliner and mascara. Her pouty lips are redder than I’ve seen them thanks to lipstick. It’s her attitude that’s different. More fiery than normal.
“I’m feeling great,” she tells me. “I have a date.”
She crosses her legs and my eyes drop to the way her black dress slides higher up her creamy thighs. My cock reacts and I want to slap the shit out of myself. I’m not Morris. I don’t get aroused at work.
“A date, huh?” I grumble as I pull at a loose thread. “Who’s the lucky bastard?”
Her lips curl into a wide grin that lights up her whole face. “You almost sound jealous, Dr. Dan.”
I glower at her. “You’re a kid. Hardly.”
“I’m not a kid,” she bites back. “And his name is Rex.”
“Rex sounds like a prick. Be careful.”
She laughs, the sound sweet and sexy all at once. “You are jealous!”
“I have a daughter your age,” I grumble. “Call it fatherly instinct to protect.”
“I won’t call you Daddy, Doc. I already have one of those.”
I jerk my hand back to glare at her. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” Her big brown eyes widen, feigning innocence. When she bites on her bottom lip, I have such an intense urge to kiss her, I have to physically take a step back so I don’t act on my desires.