I suck in a breath and get a lungful of her. Warm skin and something musky and female that goes straight to my groin.
My cock is fully aware of what’s happening, even if the rest of me is still standing here like an idiot.
“What the hell?!” Dr. Keller shrieks.
She snatches a shirt off a nearby chair, giving me an unobstructed view of her backside as she twists away. It’s round and generous. I’m reminded of how it jiggled when?—
No!
She spins back, holding the shirt against her front with both fists. Her face is scarlet. Her eyes are murderous.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawp at me? I was right, you’re a stalker.”
“I’m…” I start. “I didn’t expect to find you in a state of undress.”
“It’s a bathroom, asshole! Unless you were hoping to catch me mid-pee. You don’t have a urination fetish, do you?”
“A urination… What the fu—? No!”
I have to hold back a laugh because it isn’t funny. None of this is. My pants are uncomfortable and getting worse by the second. I have never been more grateful for a buttoned suit jacket in my life, because without it, she’d have a clear view of exactly how much her body is affecting mine. Even with it, I’m not confident she can’t see my erection.
She pulls the shirt higher against her chest. Her knuckles are white around the fabric.
“I’m changing into my scrubs so that I can do my rounds.” Her eyes drop to the door behind me. “Would you mind leaving?”
“Apologies. I didn’t realize.” My voice comes out level, which is a small miracle. “Once you’re done, would you mind directing me to your IT consultant? That’s all I needed from you.”
“Ask Carla!” she growls.
The look she gives me could strip paint. My body doesn’t care. If anything, her anger makes it worse. She’s damned sexy when she’s angry. Her eyes blaze, and her cheeks have gone pink.
“Will do.”
I put her jeans down on the edge of the nearest surface, turn, and walk out, closing the door and leaning against it for a second.
Shit!
That was awkward.
Back in her office, I sit down at the corner table and stare at the laptop screen without reading a single word on it.
I run my hand over my face and let out a long breath.
Several minutes pass before the door opens again. Robyn – make that Dr. Keller – emerges in a pair of blue scrubs and white rubber-soled shoes. Her hair is still in that same careless ponytail. Her expression could freeze lava.
She does not look at me. She does not acknowledge that I exist. She walks straight across the office, shoes squeaking against the floor with every step, and out through the main door.
I still find her attractive, and it annoys me to no end.
It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to act on it. Dr. Robyn Keller is an assignment. A name on a list. I’m here to determine whether she’s betraying us.
End of story.
The sooner I do it, the better.
