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I grab onto nothing, and I fall.
Chaos is already erupting by the time I hit the floor. The person on the nearest chair to me scoots away, not wanting to get caught up by my scent or whatever disease I might be suffering from. Someone even cries out like I’m lunging to attack.
But for all the people racing to get away, I sense one coming towards me.
“Oh my goodness, Mr. Anderson. Let me help you.”
Not only is the voice soft and sweet, so is the touch.
Warm fingers curl around my arm and reach behind my back, sending a strange electrical pulse pounding through my whole body.
Whoever this is, she isn’t worried about catching anything from me.
I dare to look up, to be sure this is the face I want to see.
Oh hell yeah.
Piercing blue eyes, soft cheekbones, long jet black hair braided down her back… this is definitely my target. I’ve seen this face lots of times in photographs.
When I look into her eyes, I’m struck hard in a way I wasn’t when seeing the photos. Something drastic sizzles between us both, especially when her lips curl up into a smile.
I swallow hard.
“Come on, Mr. Anderson,” she continues kindly. “Let’s get you on your feet, then we can take a look at you.”
I’m speechless.
That never fucking happens.
“Don’t worry,” she whispers delicately to me as soon as I’m on my feet. “No one is looking at you. You don’t have to be embarrassed in a place like this. People fall all the time.”
Wow.
I didn’t expect to be treated like a human being dressed like this.
I’m not homeless, but if I were, Emma would be a beacon of sunshine in my life.
“So, you are having stomach issues, is that right?” she asks as we head into her office. “And your chest? Did you say something about your chest?”
All I can do is nod while she pulls out the stethoscope once she’s settled me on the only bed in the whitewashed, sparse room. Her touching me through my clothes was bad enough. I don’t know if I can hold my shit together with her hands on my damn skin.
“It’s tight,” I hiss back as she gently touches my chest.
“Can you lift up your top for me, so I can get a good listen to your heart?”
She’s dangerously close.
I can actually feel her breath which is intense. Despite the scent wafting off me, Emma isn’t backing away from me.
A consummate professional at all times.
“Right, well your heart sounds good, which is a great thing.” Emma smiles at me, not showing any sign of seeing through the rouse, thank God. I don’t know how well I’m playing it off, if I’m honest. “So tell me more about your stomach pains. I think we should be more concerned about that at the moment, since it’s causing you so much trouble.”
I part my lips, but no words immediately come out. I’m still fucking speechless, which doesn’t help a thing. But Emma continues to grin at me like she’s over the moon to have me in her clinic.
I don’t think she knows it, but Emma O’Connell just made my job a million times harder.
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