Page 114 of Her Wicked Plan

Escaping the awkward silence, I head towards the door to my office. Myles quickly peels his eyes off the woman who is no longer in the hall and follows me silently until the door closes behind us, and we continue our walk.

“You didn’t mention how smoking hot Nurse Scarlet was.”

“I told you she was attractive.”

“A red vixen,” he says cooly. “Maybe if things don’t work out with the two of you, I could have a chance.”

I open the door, Myles winking at me before entering. He walks further into the room, his steps slowing as he approaches the window. With the lake in view, he stands still for a beat, probably mesmerized by the water itself—the way I always seem to be.

Pulling out of the trance, he looks over to the bookshelf on the left side of the window. His finger presses against the shelf, swiping the dust that has been collecting since I took over the office.

“They went all out for you, huh?.” He wipes the dust on his pants, making his way towards the chair for the patients.

Veronica's chair.

I don’t bother correcting where he is sitting because she isn’t here. I’m also unsure if she will be angry to find him in this chair or if it is only the one in the common room, she has claimed.

“I’m sure all the other doctor's personal offices are just as nice.”

“You’ve said you had trouble sleeping.” He changes the subject. “Why?”

I let out a deep sigh. “This is just a lot. Being here. Hearing what my patients went through and what they did, it’s all messed up.

He nods in understanding, even though he doesn’t get it.

“I’m serious, Myles. If only you knew what some of these women did to end up here, you’d have trouble sleeping, too.”

It’s not the real reason I’ve been losing sleep.

“That eases my fear of having to sleep here,” he jokes, making himself more comfortable in the deep blue cushioned chair. “I don’t want you to get super stressed about it. We both know how you get when you’re stressed. It’s not good.” He picks at a piece of string on his pants. “Remember that it’s okay to take time to recoup.”

Leaning back in my chair, my elbows rest on the arms while my hands clasp over my stomach. “I know. And I’m doing just that. At the end of the month, I’m going to take a trip home for my mom's birthday.”

His eyes light up. “Am I invited?”

“You call my mother and ask her that.” I laugh. “The answer will most likely be yes. She loves you like a son.”

“I think she might love me more than she loves you,” he teases.

Knock, Knock.

The abrupt sound cuts off my train of thought. Whatever comeback I would throw at him stays deep in my mind as I stare at the closed door. Maybe Dr. Bennett finished up his meetings early.

“Come in!” I announce.

The door opens. It isn’t Dr. Bennett standing there but Veronica Rollins. A mischievous smile tugs at her lips as she leans against the door frame. Innocent eyes sparkling in my direction.

My eyes roll down her body, taking in what she is wearing. Gray sweats and a white tank top. A soft groan forms in my throat over the fact that I can clearly see her nipples through the thin material. Which means Myles can see them as well.

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Madden. I didn’t realize you had company.” Her eyes leave mine to stare at the back of Myles’ head.

Bullshit. She knew he’d be here.

At the sound of her voice, Myles turns his head to see who is speaking. I watch as Veronica waves her fingers, causing him to spin back to me, his eyes wide.

“What are you doing here, Veronica?” I peel my eyes away from Myles and back to her.

“I told Edith I needed to speak with you. She let me through the door.”