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His head drops forward to face me, and his eyes shoot venom through me. I wince, knowing I’ve overstepped.
A knock on the door saves me from what is undoubtably going to be a tough conversation, only for me to panic when Leon walks into the room. He’s the emergency room’s on-call consultant. His eyes soften as they meet mine. “How are we getting on, Libs?”
“Libs?” Sean scoffs in Leon’s direction while tugging the sheet back over him.
Leon shakes his head and gestures toward me. “My apologies, Dr. Quincy.”
I smile back at him graciously.
“How about you sort me out instead of fucking flirting?” Sean growls, making my eyes dart toward his in shock. He gifts me with a patronizing smirk, as though proud of his childish antics. A small part of me wants to laugh, but I refuse to allow it.
“Very well. I’m head consultant, Mr. Flint. Have you assessed, Mr. Anderson yet Dr. Quincy?”
Feeling Sean’s eyes on me, I keep my focus on the file, shaking my head. “I only just arrived.”
“Ah, I see. Let’s take a look at the little guy, shall we?”
“Little guy?” Sean balks, and I stifle a giggle, chewing on the tip of my pen, because he sure as hell isn’t little. The prick knows this and wears it with honor, he’s practically preening with pride.
Leon moves toward the sheet, but Sean puts his hand up to stop him. “I don’t want you touching me. She can do it.” He motions in my direction, and the words cause the pen to slip from my mouth in surprise.
Before I can respond, Sean pulls the sheet back, rests his hands behind his head, and thrusts his cock in our direction like a prized pony.
Leon’s eyes widen in shock while my other boss’s eyes are alight in glee. “My balls hurt. I think they need assessing.”
I grind my teeth—oh my fucking God, I’m going to kill him.
“All the way up to the tip.” He moves his hand toward his thick cock and goes even further by holding it out and pointing it in my direction.
“Dr. Quincy, could you assess the patient?” I turn toward Leon, who nods in Sean’s direction.
Taking a deep breath, I lean over Sean and whisper through gritted teeth, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He smiles against my face as I draw away to stare down at his cock. “Oh, and Dr. Anderson?”
My hands stop midair as his face breaks into that breathtaking, charming smile. “The slit is painful too. Can you make sure nothing is broken there?”
I clench my teeth so hard I swear one cracks.
He’s a prick, alright.
A big fucking prick.
4
Sean
She’s a fucking doctor. A doctor.
All this time I thought she was just a cleaner, and yet here she is in front of me in her fitted white shirt and hot-as-hell pencil skirt with a stethoscope around her neck and her hair pinned up, exposing that gorgeous neckline of hers I want to come all over.
The way the consultant watches her makes me want to take his fucking eyes out and stamp on them.
And the way he introduced himself as head consultant, like that’s some achievement. The only head he will see is mine when I bash it against his pretty-boy face.
I wonder if they’ve fucked?
I feel rage like no other at the thought. Over my dead body will I wait another day to take her.
