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Annndd he was back.
“Show me your hand.”
“Nope.”
“Little girl, give me your hand. I need to make sure you didn’t truly hurt yourself.”
“Who is hurt?”
She stared over at the god walking toward her. Actually, he glided. There was no way that you could call that walking. Was her mouth watering? Was she drooling again?
“Jameson,” she whispered.
He shot her a grin. Her ovaries just exploded. Yep. There was no other explanation. She sighed dreamily.
“You know, he’s not that good-looking,” Ian muttered. “Some women actually think I’m good-looking.”
“I’m sure they do,” she said, trying to appease the poor guy. It was obvious that he was desperate for her approval.
He was definitely obsessed with her.
“What’s going on? What hurts?” Jameson asked, stopping beside them. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white shirt. He looked more rested today.
It should be illegal for him to look this good.
“Nothing hurts,” she said.
Except her heart. And her eyes. From looking at him.
Yes, she knew she was bonkers. But she’d decided to embrace it. Sometimes, it was the only thing keeping her sane.
And yes . . . she was also aware that statement was contradictory.
“Her hand hurts,” Ian stated. “You need to check it. And her foot.”
Oh. Was that why he was here? As a doctor? She ignored the stab of disappointment. It was silly to think that he was here because he’d been overcome by her beauty and needed to spend time with her.
Still. A girl could dream.
Jameson shot Ian a strange look. Then he sat on the sun lounger in front of her. “Can I take a look at your foot, sweetheart?”
“S-sure.” He’d been a bit strange when he’d left last night. Kind of short and almost irritated by something.
Obviously, not by her.
But it must have just been the fatigue, so she forgave him. He checked her foot.
“Looks like it’s healing well. You must be following my instructions well. Good girl.”
Holy heck.
Her clit started throbbing. His fingers had been touching her as he called her a ‘good girl.’ She hadn’t even known that she had a praise kink.
Then again . . . who didn’t have a praise kink when the most gorgeous man ever spoke? She’d want to listen to him say anything.
“Now, show me your hand.”
“It’s fine.” But she shoved it out at him because it meant he was going to keep touching her.
