Page 65 of The Doctors Will See You Now

All of her features gave up only a hint of their sternness, but it was enough. “See you soon, Dr. Cummings.”

Another day, another dollar, and another glorious opportunity to watch Will’s firm ass strut around the break room as he doctored up his coffee—with what I presumed was someone else’s creamer—from the employee fridge, while I stood with a hip to the counter.

That man, my man, had a fantastic ass. And yeah, maybe he wasn’t exactly strutting, but I had a vivid imagination and could easily insert memories of him where actual strutting had occurred. Particularly the ones where a naked Will had strutted toward me with a magnificently hard cock.

He’d been doing a lot of naked reassurance in the last few days since Elise Allen had used her genitals as a delivery service. First, here in the office, and several times on a variety of masculine furniture in his apartment. I wasn’t at all opposed.

Yes. Yes. Those are good memories.

After he’d poured a healthy amount of creamer into his mug, I caught sight of a familiar name with a familiar masking-tape label.

Marlene’s Creamer. Drink it and you die.

Death threats via dairy. That was a new one and only proved that Marlene had no scruples when it came to what was considered within the normal boundaries of appropriate workplace behavior. Lawsuits for harassment be damned, the woman meant business when it came to what she thought was rightfully hers.

“Looks like someone is in the mood to live dangerously today,” I whispered, and he glanced over his shoulder as he shut the fridge door.

“You didn’t see anything.”

“Hmmm…” I squinted my eyes and crinkled my lips at the corners. “I’m not so sure about that…”

Will stood beside me and rested his back against the counter. “I was never here,” he whispered conspiratorially.

“I’m pretty sure Mar—” I started to say, but he covered my lips with his hand.

“I. Was. Never. Here,” he said with serious eyes, and my mouth crested into a grin against his palm. “This isn’t funny.” He affected concern. “This is life or death here.”

I didn’t take the bait, though. Instead, I just licked his hand like a puppy until he pulled it away, chuckling.

“How long have you been living on the wild side and stealing her creamer?”

He smirked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“If she ever finds out, your ass is grass.”

Will just laughed in response and took a sip from his coffee. After he’d successfully caffeinated up for the last half of the day, he looked at me with a mischievous grin.

“Feel like playing a little hooky from work?”

“Always. This place blows,” I teased, and he feigned annoyance. I played it off like it was no big deal, but the thought of heading out on some kind of adventure with Will made my heart jump in my chest. We’d been out on our first date obviously, but since then, if we were together outside of the office, it was probably at his apartment. Sure, we spent a lot of our time naked in a place with a convenient bed, but a little part of me nagged that it wasn’t natural.

“This place doesn’t blow.”

“It’s probably the worst job I’ve ever had,” I added, and he reached his hand around my back and pinched my ass. I couldn’t help but squeal out my surprise.

“Quiet down,” he said and shushed me. “Don’t draw any attention to us or else my plan isn’t going to work.”

“Don’t pinch my ass, then,” I whispered back. He just chuckled softly.

“Anyway, how are you going to manage sneaking out before noon? You have five more appointments before the day is through.”

“Mark has a resident working with him today.”

“So?” I questioned with a skeptical brow. “Dr. Stewart isn’t exactly known for going the extra mile and taking additional appointments. That man is out the door at five p.m. on the dot.”

He flashed a wink in my direction. “I might’ve also given him my Mavericks tickets for their game against Pittsburgh.”

“Ah.” I nodded in realization. “Now, I’m understanding. Low morality bribing at play again. At this rate, you won’t have any tickets left for yourself this season.”