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“You sure you aren’t just projecting your feelings for me toward this mattress?”
She cut her eyes at him, and he laughed.
“Joking,” he said. “So, how is this going to work?” He held up a hand. “The better question is, how stressed are you? Do you require daily attention? Todaydoesmake three days in a row that you’ve had a dose of Drew.”
“And just like that, I’ve changed my mind.”
“That was a joke! Riling you up used to be my favorite pastime when we were in school. It’s hard to turn it off.”
“See, I knew it. Irritating me was like some weird hobby for you.”
“I would have lettered in trying to get a rise out of you if they’d offered it as a sport back at Barbara Jordan High. I promise to do better,” he said. He patted the bed. “Come on. Let’s hammer out the details.”
As if she was getting anywhere near him while he was still naked and she was in only her underwear.
Whywasshe still wearing only her underwear?
She reached over and snagged his shirt from where he’d folded it across the back of the room’s lone chair. The soft material felt heavenly against her skin. London pulled the two sides across her chest and sat in the chair.
“To answer your previous question,thisis how this is going to work.” She crossed her legs, propped her elbow on her knee, and settled her chin on her fist. “First, nothing, and I mean absolutely, positivelynothinghappens at the hospital. We don’t even exchange smiles there, got that?”
“Why must you make everything so difficult?”
“Got that?” London asked again.
“I got it. Only frowns and sneers while at the hospital.”
She responded with a firm nod. “Second, this is just sex. I don’t want to get to know you any better. I don’t need to hear about your hopes and dreams for the future. The only thing I’m interested in is racking up as many orgasms as I can before you leave town. Wham bam, thank you, Drew.”
“Have you ever considered writing greeting cards as a side gig? It’s a shame to let all that sentimentality go to waste.”
London rolled her eyes. “I would add ‘no speaking’ to the list, but you would never go for that.”
Before she knew what he was doing, Drew threw off the sheet and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He stood and started for her, his naked body looking like a vision from some ambitious director’s idea of upmarket porn.
She quickly stood, not wanting to be at a disadvantage.
Drew stopped just inches away. His deep brown chest, covered with a light dusting of hair, was close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from it.
“These are the terms thatyouwill agree to,” Drew said. “We meet at my place whenever you’re feeling stressed and need to work off some steam on my much more comfortable bed. However, at least once a week, we meet up for dinner or even just coffee. Outside of the hospital, of course. I agree about keeping the personal and professional separate.”
“I’m not dating you, Drew.”
“I’m not dating you either. That’s not what I’m suggesting.”
“Going out for dinner? What is that if not a date?”
He shrugged. “Two people don’t have to date in order to go to dinner. Think of it as hanging out with a former classmate and friend.”
“I’m not your friend.”
“And I won’t be some faceless dick you screw and forget about. Despite what you may have thought about me all this time, I actuallydohave some standards, and one of them is not being used.” His brow hitched. “So? What’s it going to be?”
London stared him down, refusing to so much as blink as she considered his terms. The tension between them pulsed like a heartbeat, the steady thump escalating with each second that passed.
She blinked first.
“Fine, you son of a bitch.” She latched on to his shoulders and pulled him to her. Drew caught her by the waist and lifted her up, setting her on the desk.
