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Fucking. Raw and primal. Anonymous and forgettable.
At least it always was for me until that night.
When I looked into her bluish-gray eyes I saw something I had never seen in a woman’s eyes before. Promise. I knewtouching her would be an experience unlike anything I’d known. I could sense that a kiss of her lips would ruin me.
I had never kissed a woman in that club before.
I’d gone down on a few, but actual kissing felt like far too intimate an act to share with someone whose face is hidden behind a veil of secrecy.
ButLorettawas different. I wanted a taste of her lips as soon as she pursed them after taking a sip of her drink.
She asked my name, and I responded as I always do when I’m there looking for a quick fuck. “Garin.”
It’s the surname of a poet I’d studied in high school. A reading of one of his works had gotten me laid for the first time, so I used the name as a cover when I was in the club.
Loretta called me out on that in short order. “Garin? Like the poet, sir?”
Sir.
That stuck. It stuck like fucking glue for our entire encounter that night.
“I’m twenty-five, sir.”
She offered that without any prompting from me.
“Please make me come, sir.”
I had a literal hand in that one.
“I need to suck your cock, sir.”
How could I possibly refuse?
And then, just as I was about to drop to my knees to taste her sweet pussy as a prelude to fucking her, she whispered the words I still curse to this day. “I need to go, sir.”
She’d run out of that room and that club with the same swiftness as she had today at the hospital.
I’d watched Eloise leave the cafeteria without a glance back after hearing me say lamb.
That one word had opened a vault to her memory bank. I saw it as she gazed up at me. I felt it as I watched her avoid eye contact with me.
She knows.
“Hey, daydreamer, I believe I have some good news for you.”
I’m not in the mood to deal with Evan’s persistent glorious mood, but I paste a half-assed smile on my face and turn to look at him. “What’s that?”
“Good news is the opposite of bad news,” he jokes. “The good news is you get to buy me dinner tonight because Chloe and our beautiful daughter are having dinner with her dad and his wife.”
“I can’t tonight,” I lie.
“Why?” he asks. “Are you planning on hanging out here all night? I happen to know that Daxton’s procedure went off without a hitch.”
That it did.
“I have other patients,” I remind him.
“All of them are stable because you, my friend, are a cardiac wizard.”
