today.
The man speaking catches my attention when he introduces none other than Dr. Larkin. Holy shit. Cole stands and looks ridiculously handsome in his dark slacks, charcoal button down, and black tie. Effortlessly, absolutely effortlessly attractive. I left him this morning with a raging hard on. I giggle to myself at the thought. He wanted a little pre-breakfast sex, but I said nope, no way. I couldn’t be late, and I needed to recover from the three times we had sex last night. The man is insatiable. It was hard—pun intended—to leave him like that. But, today is an important day, and I had to get home and get ready in order to be on time. Seeing him now, though, I’m thinking I could’ve been a little late.
He steps up to the podium and introduces himself, his deep voice is thick, and it makes the ache between my legs almost intolerable. He apologizes for the absence of Dr. Boggs, who, I’m assuming, is the Chief of Medicine, and continues the whole discussion on compliance. Oh dear God, thank hell he’s hot. Otherwise, I’d be sleeping right now. The importance of proper narcotics use is his primary focus, and the longer he talks, the more he falls into Dr. Control mode. His posture is tall and stiff, his jaw a severe line as he addresses the room. I have an urge to run down to the front of the room, right to him, and pop his top three buttons, mess up his hair, and scatter the papers—most likely his well-organized speech—to the ground.
His speech fades, and all I can hear is the voice from last night—his voice—telling me how much I make him crazy, how being inside me is everything. The deep growl telling me to come, calling out my name, telling me how good I taste. The room suddenly feels too warm, and I have to cross my legs in order to relieve the pressure the memory is causing.
“Ms. Evans?” My name formally falls from his lips, and I blush.
“Umm, yes?”
Shit! Did he ask me a question?
He looks down at his paperwork and back up at me, a slight twitch in his lip showing that he’s struggling not to smile. Ten sets of eyes turn and look at me, and I suddenly hate Dr. Cole Larkin. “You’re next.”
Next… next for what? Damn it, Bailey, you need to pay attention. I gulp.
“I’ve asked the room to think of a question in regards to their specific department.” His smile is small, but I can tell he’s getting off on making me squirm, most likely payback for leaving him hanging this morning.
Asshole. Sexy as hell, but an asshole nonetheless.
“About compliance?” My voice is too high pitch, and I hate myself.
“I do believe that’s what we’ve been discussing, Ms. Evans.”
The room breaks out into quiet laughter, and I smile, too. “Sorry, long night, I’m not quite awake yet.” The room fills with laughter again, and I clear my throat. His dark eyes lock on mine, my comment causing his professional veneer to waver. I have to look away as I speak. “I think patient health information is the biggest risk related to the mother-newborn population, sir. It’s easy to slip up and release information to family and friends.”
He pulls at the knot in his tie and the muscle in his jaw clenches. “Very true, good point, Ms. Evans.” He nods his head at me, and I give him a knowing grin. “Mr. Billings, what do you have to add?” He moves on to the person sitting next to me, and I release a long breath. It’s just more proof that he gets me too crazy. I’m too distracted. I need to focus. I can’t let a man make me stupid. Cole is different, and like I said last night, I can handle different. But my feelings were starting to form into scary syllables. I need him more than I think I should, and I like him way past the point of sane.
My phone vibrates again, and I notice Cole is no longer in the room.
Cole: I couldn’t even hold your attention… I’m hurt.
Me: I was too busy thinking about last night.
Cole: Stay with me again?
And there it is… that
The man speaking catches my attention when he introduces none other than Dr. Larkin. Holy shit. Cole stands and looks ridiculously handsome in his dark slacks, charcoal button down, and black tie. Effortlessly, absolutely effortlessly attractive. I left him this morning with a raging hard on. I giggle to myself at the thought. He wanted a little pre-breakfast sex, but I said nope, no way. I couldn’t be late, and I needed to recover from the three times we had sex last night. The man is insatiable. It was hard—pun intended—to leave him like that. But, today is an important day, and I had to get home and get ready in order to be on time. Seeing him now, though, I’m thinking I could’ve been a little late.
He steps up to the podium and introduces himself, his deep voice is thick, and it makes the ache between my legs almost intolerable. He apologizes for the absence of Dr. Boggs, who, I’m assuming, is the Chief of Medicine, and continues the whole discussion on compliance. Oh dear God, thank hell he’s hot. Otherwise, I’d be sleeping right now. The importance of proper narcotics use is his primary focus, and the longer he talks, the more he falls into Dr. Control mode. His posture is tall and stiff, his jaw a severe line as he addresses the room. I have an urge to run down to the front of the room, right to him, and pop his top three buttons, mess up his hair, and scatter the papers—most likely his well-organized speech—to the ground.
His speech fades, and all I can hear is the voice from last night—his voice—telling me how much I make him crazy, how being inside me is everything. The deep growl telling me to come, calling out my name, telling me how good I taste. The room suddenly feels too warm, and I have to cross my legs in order to relieve the pressure the memory is causing.
“Ms. Evans?” My name formally falls from his lips, and I blush.
“Umm, yes?”
Shit! Did he ask me a question?
He looks down at his paperwork and back up at me, a slight twitch in his lip showing that he’s struggling not to smile. Ten sets of eyes turn and look at me, and I suddenly hate Dr. Cole Larkin. “You’re next.”
Next… next for what? Damn it, Bailey, you need to pay attention. I gulp.
“I’ve asked the room to think of a question in regards to their specific department.” His smile is small, but I can tell he’s getting off on making me squirm, most likely payback for leaving him hanging this morning.
Asshole. Sexy as hell, but an asshole nonetheless.
“About compliance?” My voice is too high pitch, and I hate myself.
“I do believe that’s what we’ve been discussing, Ms. Evans.”
The room breaks out into quiet laughter, and I smile, too. “Sorry, long night, I’m not quite awake yet.” The room fills with laughter again, and I clear my throat. His dark eyes lock on mine, my comment causing his professional veneer to waver. I have to look away as I speak. “I think patient health information is the biggest risk related to the mother-newborn population, sir. It’s easy to slip up and release information to family and friends.”
He pulls at the knot in his tie and the muscle in his jaw clenches. “Very true, good point, Ms. Evans.” He nods his head at me, and I give him a knowing grin. “Mr. Billings, what do you have to add?” He moves on to the person sitting next to me, and I release a long breath. It’s just more proof that he gets me too crazy. I’m too distracted. I need to focus. I can’t let a man make me stupid. Cole is different, and like I said last night, I can handle different. But my feelings were starting to form into scary syllables. I need him more than I think I should, and I like him way past the point of sane.
My phone vibrates again, and I notice Cole is no longer in the room.
Cole: I couldn’t even hold your attention… I’m hurt.
Me: I was too busy thinking about last night.
Cole: Stay with me again?
And there it is… that
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