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She stops in her tracks. “What?”
“AAA, emergency breakdown insurance.”
“N-n... no. Can you just help?”
“I’m not a mechanic,” I snipe back.
“But you helped Celia with—” I jump to my feet, but not without missing a scoff coming from Libby as I grab my car keys and follow a smiling Samantha out the door.
3
Libby
Ipull off my gloves and throw them in the trash. “Room twenty-two. Hot businessman.” My work colleague, Felix, wiggles his eyebrows as he thrusts a file into my hand. I swear he would give Sean a run for his money with how sex crazed he is.
Making my way down the corridor, I dodge the crash team rushing through the emergency doors and head toward room twenty-two, sighing as I collect myself for another patient. I open the file and flip the first page over, only for my eyes to lock onto Sean Anderson. My mouth falls open, and I blink several times before I register the fact that the patient in my bed is my boss.
His face reddens, his jaw grinds, and his body coils tight as he scans me over my white blouse and pencil skirt.
Averting my gaze, I ignore his angry stare and glance down at the file in my hand. I bite into my lip to stifle a laugh when I read how Sean became trapped under the car of a coworker’s after he was changing the tire, the jack slipped from beneath the car, pinning him to the ground. The medical team that freed him were concerned about his pelvis and groin being harmed. His x-rays have given his pelvis the all-clear, now it’s just his groin that needs assessing.
How ironic that it’s his overworked dick that lands him in here today. Maybe now he will be out of commission for a while, and I won’t have to dispose of his used condoms daily.
“It’s not fucking funny.”
My eyes flit back up to his angered face that’s so flushed I wonder if it’s also caused by embarrassment.
I clear my throat. “My apologies. Let’s take a look, shall we?”
His eyes bulge, and his chest rises in a panic, sending the pulse oximeter beeping erratically. He rips it from his finger and throws it to the bedside.
“No, we shall not. Get me a fucking doctor!”
“I can assure you, Mr. Anderson, I’m the only doctor available at the minute.”
“You’re a fucking doctor?” His lips part in utter disbelief.
Of course, the asshole thinks I work solely as a cleaner. He’s even made remarks about how I should apply to be a secretary at his office. As-fucking-if.
“I am.” I nod as I pull a set of gloves from the dispenser while ignoring his outburst.
“A fucking doctor?” His eyes search my face for sign of deceit.
“Now. I’m going to assess you, Mr. Anderson.” I nod toward his groin.
“It’s fucking, Sean. You know my name, use it,” he snaps, clamping his lips shut like a child.
I nod as I inch closer.
Glaring at me, he shakes his head, fisting the sheet covering his lower body as though determined to keep me out. “Sean, with an accident like yours, every minute can be catastrophic.” I can’t help but exaggerate a little. Seeing him so wound up, I’m actually enjoying him being on the receiving end this time around.
“Jesus,” he seethes. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head up toward the ceiling and lets go of the sheet.
I slide the sheet down, exposing a trail of short, soft brown hairs in a v that makes my mouth water and my panties become wet as my eyes fix onto his steely length standing proud toward his belly button. Oh, hell, the man is gifted.
His thick cock looks somewhat angry, and when a trickle of pre-cum releases from the tip, I can’t stop myself from running my mouth further, no matter how unprofessional it is.
“Have you considered sex therapy?”
