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Whatever I was feeling was more than just carnal, sexual attraction.
I was always conscious of where she was and when she entered the room. I missed her when I was with patients, which was messing with my head, making it difficult to focus.
Today, at least four times, Stacey had asked me a question and I found myself speechless. I had a medical degree, for fuck’s sake, but this crush or whatever it was, had me grunting in Neanderthal-ese.
I watched as she twirled her hair around her fingers and secured it in a bun with a pen. The simple act had me thinking about dancing at the aged care home two nights ago when she’d let her hair out as she moved against me, completely lost in the moment with the music. I wanted to sink my hands into her hair and tug and—
Fuck, I was done for. The only word I could think of to best describe this intense distraction wasmagnetism.
I shifted in my chair and discreetly adjusted my pants. I had to get it together or this was going to be the longest seven weeks of my life.
Last night, in the fire brigade shed, it felt like we’d shared a moment. She’d stared at my lips with such longing, like she wanted to kiss me, until that dog interrupted us.
I’d almost texted her when I’d got back to the hotel, composing and deleting a message three times before I threw my mobile aside. I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about being in the back seat of Lorraine and the dance class, and finally sought relief with my right hand. Which should have left me satisfied but today, I was rattled, off-centre and still incredibly turned on.
Since hooking up less than a week ago, I was thinking about her dream, what it might be, what she was thinking about, what music she liked to listen to. Everything and anything about her.
Stacey had made clear rules: no dating a co-worker, especially not a doctor.
But she was still checking me out when she thought I wasn’t watching. Her desire was so clear in her grey-blue eyes.
Whatever some arsehole had done to her meant I had to show I was different.
Trust. I needed to build trust and let her take the lead and break her rules.
“Doctor Cain? Do you understand how to complete this window?” Stacey asked.
I blinked.
My attention should have been on the computer screen in front of me, learning how to enter patient details, billing information and applying the government rebate in the new software program.
“Could you, ah, explain that last part again?”
Stacey glared, and I stifled a groan as my dick leapt to life. That get-back stare of hers was so fucking hot. She faced the screen again, spinning the cursor across the important parts of the form I needed to complete for each patient.
Stacey cleared her throat and waited expectantly.
Wait, what?I looked between her and the screen.
“Did you understand that?” she asked.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.Oh for f— … Concentrate!
“To write patient notes, you use this window here.” Stacey moved the cursor in rapid circles over the window in question. “And you save here, and close it here.”
I stared blankly at the screen. She stepped back and crossed her arms.
“You’re not listening to a thing I’ve said.”
“I’m finding it hard to concentrate around you.” I swallowed hard and sighed. “I mean, it’s not your fault—”
“Of course it’s not!”
I tapped the desk, struggling to find the right words. “If I can just explain—”
“You’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”
She turned on her heel and stomped out.
