Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I look through the cupboards for silverware and napkins, setting them on the table while she finishes warming up dinner. “That smells good as fuck,” I growl as the aroma permeates the air. “You really made this?”
“I did, and I expect you to be honest when you taste it. Don’t lie just because you like me in scrubs.”
“I won’t,” I tell her. “And I’d like you better out of those scrubs.”
She stares at me with an amused expression, then tosses her head back and laughs. “Your honesty is refreshing. It’s oddly blunt, but I like it.”
“Good, because I like you, Sophie. I probably shouldn’t, but I do.”
She smiles and puts the food on the table. “Why shouldn’t you like me? You got something against nurses? Or is it sketch artists you object to?”
“Don’t object to either one. But you work for Nova.”
“Work for, yes. But he doesn’t own me or my personal time. Now if you’re saying you can’t date your friend’s employees, that is something else altogether.” She nods to the steaming food. “Eat.”
“I love it when you get all bossy on me.” I wink, and just like I expect, her skin flushes pink. “It’s sexy.”
“Good to know,” she smiles back. “Now eat it while it's hot.”
My eyebrow raises. “You offering? I’m a dessert-before-dinner-kind of guy.”
She laughs again, and I swear that fucking sound is sweeter than honey. What would I do to hear her laugh like that every day?
“Dessert, huh?”
I nod. “You look sweet. You smell sweet. I’ll bet you taste sweet as fuck.” My mouth waters just thinking of how wet she probably is under the table, behind her silky panties right now.
“Well,” she sighs, leaning back and folding her arms, her brown eyes studying me closely. “The first step is to not let my food get cold.”
“And the second step?” I lean forward, close enough that I can smell her perfume.
“The second step is for you to keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll take it from there.”
And that right there? That’s the motherfucking green light I didn’t know I was looking for.
CHAPTER THREE
Sophie
The grin on my face is starting to make my cheeks ache, but I can’t stop smiling. This isn’t my usual polite nurse smile—this one’s real. I’m downright giddy. And it’s all because of Tank.
Just thinking about our charged conversation yesterday makes my pulse quicken. Sure, I’ve met attractive men before. But none have affected me like Tank. He radiates an earthy magnetism I find irresistible.
It’s not just appearances, either. He’s real—no pretensions or artifice. And the way he looked at me...like he could see right into my soul. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt this kind of attraction.
As I walk down the clinic hallway, I feel light as air. I’m already looking forward to our next encounter, though I know I need to remain professional with my patients. Still, a girl can dream, right? Just picturing those strong arms wrapped around me makes me weak in the knees.
I let out a contented sigh as I enter the next patient’s room. This unexpected twist has made my ordinary day extraordinary. And I have a feeling my smile won’t be fading anytime soon. Tank has breathed new life into me, awakening a thirst I’d nearly forgotten. I only hope this is just the beginning...
“Hello, Mr. Manning. How are we feeling today?”
The eighty-year-old smiles wide and waves me into the exam room. “Better now that I’ve seen your pretty face, Ms. Sophie. What’s got you so upbeat today?”
My brows dip, and I shrug. “I’m always happy, especially when a tough guy like you gets serious about treating his hypertension.” I flash him a wide smile that he returns easily.
“As much as my ego wants to believe that, you have the glow of a woman in love. Who’s the fella?”
My cheeks flame at his words, and my thoughts go to Tank.
“No fella,” I lie with an easy laugh. “I’m just having a good day.” That’s also the truth, but I can’t deny that my flirtation with Tank has me feeling more than a little energized. Invigorated. Maybe even inspired.
“Keep up the good work on your diet, and call if the new meds give you any trouble.”
Mr. Manning laughs, shaking his head. “That’s one lucky fella. Just make sure he treats you right.”
I say nothing. Just offer another smile before leaving the exam room and heading to the supply closet. The rooms are empty, and the lobby is filling up again, which means those rooms need to be restocked. I grab what I need and turn, coming face to face with a smart-ass-looking colleague.
“Hannah. What’s up?”
Hannah’s heavily lined eyes narrow, and she leans in, cocking her brow. “Mr. M is right. You are super happy today. I want to know what’s going on,” she smiles. “And don’t even think of leaving out any details. I want all the tea!”