Beverly Bird - Doctor Seduction

She whirled back to him. Her heart kicked her chest and vaulted into her throat. “What?”

“I guess I would know.” His gaze fell to her breasts.

Heat poured through her, almost making her knees buckle. Why was he talking about that? “Don’t talk about that. It was a one-time thing.”

“Yeah, it was. But I was just making an observation.”

“Well, don’t.”

“You’re blushing,” he said.

“I don’t blush, either.”

“Right, and you don’t cut men off at the knees.”

“What? I never did that!”

He needed to talk about this, Sam realized. Coming back to this room sure as hell wasn’t doing it for either of them. She was still just as unpredictable as she’d been all day. So he needed to put what had happened between them right out there in the air and toss it around a little, he decided. Then he could forget about it.

“Show me how,” he whispered.

“Show you what?” Sam noticed that her voice went thin. It was almost a squeak.

“That’s what you said to me when I kissed you.” He watched more color fly into her face. “Face it, lady, you were the instigator in all that.”

“That’s preposterous!” Now her eyes were shooting fire. “You kissed me! It was the farthest thing from my mind! We were sitting there sharing that bag of peanuts you found in your pocket, then you started feeding them to me and then you just…you just…kissed me!”

That was exactly how it had happened, Sam thought, so he wouldn’t win any points trying to argue it. He tried another tack. “And you needed me to tell you how to kiss? Was that why you said, ‘show me how’?”

“No!”

“Then the rational deduction is that you were not talking about kissing when you said those words.”

“I don’t even remember saying them!”

“Oh, honey, you said them. Trust me on that one.”

“Well, then, I was…I was…”

Sam waited.

“Go to hell!” she shouted.

He threw back his dark head and laughed. “I was waiting for you to say something like ‘You, sir, are no gentleman.”’

She sniffed. “Except we always knew that.”

Sam found himself closing the distance between them. “Four years, and I never knew you had such a tongue on you, Nurse Matthews.”

She backed up against the door. “You’ve seen the last of my tongue.”

“Have I?”

“What’s gotten into you? It was a one-time thing!”

“So was the burning bush, but people are still talking about it.”

“I don’t want to talk!”

“That’s a change, then. You did it nonstop the whole time we were in that room. The only thing you didn’t tell me was at what age you were potty-trained.”

She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “There was nothing else to do but talk.”

“Oh, we thought of something.”

She moved her hands to clap one against her tummy. “Stop this.”

Okay, he thought, relaxing for the first time all day. He knew a rattled woman when he saw one. She wasn’t as indifferent to that whole business between them as she pretended to be. His ego was assuaged.

Now, he thought, he could put it behind him.

He took another step toward the door and she jumped back again, hitting it so hard the collision hurt him. His first instinct was to ask if she was all right. He touched a finger to the underside of her chin, instead. “Relax.”

She smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

He backed up gladly. Her skin was too soft. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to move so I can leave and go home?”

Cait jerked aside so he could get to the door. “Be my guest.”

He opened it and stepped through.

“You said I was rigid, too,” she said suddenly. “You didn’t just call me a sparrow. You said I was rigid.”

He looked back at her. The conversation was supposed to be finished. He’d done what he’d meant to do. He’d gotten her out of his blood. But now something in his gut hitched all over again.

“You were rigid,” he said, “right up until you started taunting Hines like some kind of madwoman.” And that had blown his mind away.

She gave a quick little nod. “Okay, then. I just wanted to get that straight for the record.”

“Consider it straight. You have unplumbed depths, Nurse. Duly noted.” Damn it! She looked bewildered and pleased by the compliment, and he felt something go hinky in him again. He felt himself wanting to kiss her one more time.

“Let’s go,” he said quickly. “Are you done communing with the laundry chute?”

She stepped through the door after him and shut it smartly behind her. “In my own fashion. I might mention that at least I didn’t destroy my knuckles in the process.”

Sam looked down at his right hand. She was right. He was bleeding. He felt marginally like an idiot until they took four or five strides down the hall. Then he was distracted by the nervous shift of her shoulders. She hesitated and looked back the way they’d come.

“What?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

He walked with her to the employees’ parking area. He wasn’t surprised when she stopped beside a car that was small, practical and ugly. It was exactly what he would have expected her to drive—a week ago. That comforted him a little until he got to his Maserati and looked back.

Then he watched her through her windshield. She started playing with that damned zipper again, the one on the front of her scrubs top. She tugged it down a little. He got a peek of skin—he knew it was as smooth and pale as alabaster—then she fanned herself from the heat with her hand. She reached to the passenger seat and a second later she pushed dark, wraparound sunglasses onto her face. When she turned out of the lot, the wind tickled her hair through the open windows.

It was over, damn it. Over. A one-time thing. But suddenly Sam had to inhale hard just to breathe.

The woman tailed them as far as the lobby, her anger pushing hot and steady at the inside of her skull.

It had been a bit of luck, finding them together. Otherwise, she would never have known that they were still cozy. Up until now, she’d just been keeping an eye on him. He was her answer, her way out, the clever doctor who collected women like trophies, then tossed them aside.

He was the one who would give her everything she’d ever wanted. Except now…now he’d come out of that storage room with the breathless little blonde. It was a wrinkle and it infuriated the woman. It caught her off guard and was going to force her to adjust her plans.

She waited until they turned out of the corridor, then she hurried after them. She’d had a bad moment when the bitch looked back over her shoulder as though knowing she was being watched, and that made her more cautious. She finally landed in the lobby at the same time they pushed through the outside doors.

She hurried to the glass and watched him standing there, staring after the sweet, wimpy nurse.

She’d have to fix this, she thought. This time she wasn’t going to lose.

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