You better not be blowing me off, Francesca.I could hear the authority in his voice when I read his message.
I thought we agreed last night was a one-time thing.
I never agreed to that.
Well, that’s what it was to me.
Damn, I guess I’m not as good in bed as I thought.
No, that definitely wasn’t the problem. I thought about texting a more thorough explanation, but I decided to let the conversation die. He was a man who got pussy left and right. He would just find someone new tonight…and then someone new tomorrow…and so on.
About fifteen minutes later, Angelica called my name from downstairs. “Frankie, you’ve got a patient!”
My eyes lifted from the laptop as my heart dropped into my stomach.
Because I knew.
I just fucking knew.
A moment later, he rounded the corner into my office with the biggest smile on his face.
“I brought your supplies,” Angelica said as she placed the suture kit on the table along with everything else I needed, and then she left.
He continued to smirk as he walked to one of the chairs facing my desk and took a seat, holding a towel to his other forearm.
I stared at him blankly for several seconds, unable to believe the lengths this man would go to to get my attention. “Are you serious right now?”
He removed the towel to show the nasty cut he’d given himself. The blood started to pour out. “How else am I supposed to talk to you face-to-face?”
My eyes shifted back to him. “You’re crazy.”
He returned the towel to the wound and applied pressure. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. So, are you going to help me, Nurse Francesca?”
I gave a slight shake of my head before I came around the desk and sat beside him. I removed the towel and examined the flesh wound, which was pretty deep, like he’d cut himself pretty badly. I shook my head again, unable to believe he’d done something so reckless just to get into my office without suspicion.
I cleaned the wound first then got to work. “You’re going to ruin all this ink you paid a fortune for.”
He stared at me like he wasn’t listening to a word I said. “Have dinner with me.”
I opened the suture kit then placed it on the desk, scooting my chair close to his, and I got to work on the stitches. “Look, you’re super-hot and you’re great in bed, but that was just a one-time thing for me, alright?”
“Why?”
“Because.”
He gave a quiet chuckle.
“What?”
“I swear everything you do just turns me on.”
I stopped what I was doing to look him head on. “Saying no is a turn-on?”
“It’s the way you say it. Like you don’t owe me an explanation. So fucking hot.” He continued to smirk as he looked at me, his eyes full of potent admiration. “I’ve never had a type before, but now that I’ve met you, I know it’s you—to a T.”
I held his gaze for a heartbeat, feeling the confidence that constantly emitted from him, and then focused on the wound again. “I don’t mix business with pleasure, but I made a one-time exception for you. So now, let’spretend like nothing happened and move on with our lives.”
He was quiet.
