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Lila
IhadtotellMae. But how?Hey, Mae, here’s a sub. Eat up. Oh, by the way, speaking of lunch, your client ate my pussy.
To give me time to figure out my confession, I detoured to the cafe to grab us lunch to-go. With two subs in hand and still no idea how to tell Mae about Hawk’s tongue, I rushed into the elevator. On the ride up, I fanned myself, my body remembering the many splendid things said tongue had done to me. As my knees buckled from the memory, I grabbed the railing with the same hand holding the subs.
Shit! Lunch was squashed.
The elevator stopped on the third floor, and Dr. Creep walked in. “Are you alright, Dr. Wilders?” His tone sounded cheerfully hopeful instead of concerned.
His eyes, full of lewd intent, ogled me hungrily. They showed a different type of hunger compared to Hawk’s. One so vulgar and gluttonous it made my skin crawl and sent my instincts on full alert.
Hawk’s eyes always promised to give pleasure. Rothwell’s swore to take it by force.
“I’m fine.” I inched toward the corner.
“You look flushed. Let me check your pulse.” He reached over.
My stomach lurched. If only Hawk were here to twist Dr. Creep’s hand again.
Wait! Where had that come from? I never relied on a man for anything. And I wasn’t about to start.
“No, thanks, Dr. Rothwell.” I batted his hand and scooted away from him.
Instead, the fucker took a big step toward me until he pressed his crotch against my hip, cornering me. “Let me help you.” He grabbed my wrist.
I’d had enough of Dr. Creep’s bullshit. His behavior was wrong, and I wouldn’t take it anymore, even if it meant risking my dismissal. No job was worth debasing myself. I’d already done something today that could get me fired, might as well make it two for two.
“I said, NO!” I hip-bumped him, aiming right for his dick.
He yanked his hand away and grabbed his crotch, groaning. “Bitch…was trying…to help.”
“No, you weren’t, you sleaze. Rubbing your tiny dick on me isn’t helping. Just be thankful I don’t report you to the director.” Even If I reported him to his dad, nothing would change.
The elevator doors opened on the fifth floor. Dr. Creep shuffled away groaning, hands cupping his crotch as a confused-looking nurse gawked at him.
If making out with a client wouldn’t get me fired, then physically assaulting the director’s son sure as hell would. I groaned. Why did either of them have to invade my perfect career-centered life?
***
“Sorry, Mae, I smooshed our subs.”
She grabbed one and inspected it. “I think it’s salvageable. Or at least still edible.” She carefully unwrapped a small part, took a bite, and shrugged. “Tastes the same.”
I slumped into a chair and dumped mine on her desk.
With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Oh, come on, Lila. It’s not that bad.”
“It’s not the food I’m upset about.”
She sat at the edge of her seat. “What happened? Was it Dr. Creep again? How many times did I tell you to ignore him? You don’t need liposuction. You’re beautiful just the way you are. He’s just using that as an excuse to touch your body. I can’t believe he still works here after all the times I’ve reported him to the director.”
“You can’t expect the director to fire his own son.” I opted not to tell Mae that I’d probably be fired before the end of the day for kneeing him in the balls because she’d probably run to HR and cause a scene.
I sighed. “Besides, he’s not the one on my mind right now.”
“Ohhh. Gossip time. Spill it. I want to know everything.” She dropped her sub and clapped her hands. “Did you finally get laid? Tell me. Tell me.”
