Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Not that she was in her office often. She tried to stay out on the floor as much as possible so Roger couldn’t catch her in there and be an asshole behind closed doors. If he was going to be a dick, Maddie wanted everyone to be a witness.
With Romeo’s bulk, as soon as they stepped into her office, it felt even tighter than it was in reality.
The biker was not a small man. Anywhere. He might not be quite as bulky as Magnum, or even Diesel, the DAMC’s enforcer, but he was damn close.
“Close the door,” she told him. After leaning back against her desk, she pointed to the chair in front of her. “Sit.”
No surprise that mischief filled his eyes as he took a seat. His fingers “accidentally” brushed against her thigh and caused a shiver to shoot through her.
She shook her head. “Really?” What was he up to?
He shrugged. “Kept askin’ what problems you’re havin’ here. Wouldn’t tell me, so came to see for myself.”
She sighed. “It’s not your problem, Rome. To be clear, I didn’t ask for your help.” At least help in any form other than a little sex.
Or, preferably, a lot of sex.
His nostrils flared and his expression turned serious. “Maddie, you belong to the Fury. The Fury’s our ally. That means if you got a problem, we all got a problem.”
She was tired of the ally excuse. “Bullshit.”
Chapter Twenty
“Did you not come to me for help?” Romeo asked.
“Not this kind of help. I went to you for stress relief. And only a certain kind. That’s it.”
“Just here to figure out the source of that stress. If I can solve it, gonna do that. Should be thankin’ me, not givin’ me shit.”
“Yes, I’m sooooo thankful you made up an excuse to become my patient so you could stick your nose in my business. You do realize that if you solve my stressful situation, I will no longer need sex from you?”
Maddie purposely said “need” instead of “want.” Because after the two nights she’d went over to his place recently, she’d still be tempted to swap some bodily fluids with him. Forget the stress, it would simply be for pleasure.
His expression told her that he must not have thought that far ahead.
She lifted the clipboard and drew a finger down his intake paperwork. “Let’s see what excuse you used.”
“Strained my hamstring fuckin’ you.”
“Bullshit,” she repeated, then lifted her eyes and met his. Her pounding heartbeat jumped into her throat. “You didn’t tell that to Maribeth, did you?” Again, this man had no filter. She wouldn’t put it past him to tell the receptionist they’d had sex. Of course, at the same time flirting with the woman.
“Said I tweaked it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “On your morning jog?”
“Somethin’ like that.”
She pulled in a breath and shook her head. “You know, now I have to treat you like a real patient. Let’s not forget, bill you like one, too.”
“You can give me a discount.”
“I can’t. That’s not up to me. I’m not sure if you looked at our rates, but our services here aren’t cheap.”
“How you gonna service me?”
She tapped her fingertip against her lips as she pretended to seriously consider his fake injury. “Well, we could start out with some exercises—”
“Naked?”
“Like hamstring curls. Then move on to some hip extensions and wall stretches.”
“Any of that hands on?”
“You mean like a massage?”
“Yeah, I’ll take one of those.”
“No, not for a strained hamstring. Should’ve come up with a better fake injury if you wanted a massage.”
He jerked his chin toward the clipboard she was holding. “Can I get that paperwork back?”
“Nope. But I can easily rip it up and on your way out the door, you can inform Maribeth that you’ve decided you can’t afford PT and will let it heal on its own.” Problem solved.
His brow creased. “Who the fuck said I can’t afford it? Think I can’t pay?”
“I was giving you an out,” she answered.
“You’re givin’ yourself a fuckin’ out.”
That, too.
“Just here to help you, woman,” he grumbled.
“Help I didn’t ask for,” she hissed. A knock on her office door had her whispering, “Shit.”
“Who’s that?” Romeo asked.
She bugged her eyes out at him. “I won’t know until I answer the door.” She had a good idea, though.
She looked from the door back to Romeo. At least he’d been smart enough not to wear his cut while trying to pull off this ruse.
Without waiting for her to answer it, the knob turned, and the door opened, getting jammed against the back of the chair Romeo sprawled in with his boots and thighs spread wide.
“I see I’m interrupting.” Roger peeked his head around the partially open door. His eyes sliced from Maddie to Romeo. “A new patient?”
“That’d be me,” Romeo answered, staring at her boss over his shoulder. He didn’t move a damn inch or even shift the chair enough to allow the door to open fully.