Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
My hand slides behind her neck, allowing me to pull her closer, to hold her lips to mine. Fuck, I could get lost in this woman and not give a single fuck if I ever came up for air again. The honking of a horn off in the distance causes her to freeze and pull away. I don’t let her get far, instead holding her close and resting my forehead against hers.
“Well?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
“I guess that was a little better,” she mumbles. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are red and swollen.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to kiss her again. “I need a number, Charlie.”
“Four.”
“No way, babe. That was not a four.” Softly, I run the pad of my thumb over the pulse in her neck. “Does a four make your pulse race?” I ask, my voice low. “Does a four make your pussy ache?” I ask when I see her shifting in her seat.
“Spencer!” she scolds.
“Tell me, Charlie. If I were to slide my hand between your thighs, under that sexy-as-fuck skirt you’re wearing, would I find you wet and wanting me?” My cock presses against the zipper of my pants, but that doesn’t stop me. I’m just making this worse on myself, thinking about her pussy being swollen and wet, needing me to take the ache away.
Me.
She’s wet for me.
I don’t need to see it. Her eyes tell me everything that I need to know. “So tell me again, what’s my number?” I ask, my lips grazing her ear.
“F-Five.”
A deep chuckle pulls from my chest. I place a kiss on her temple and sit back in my seat. “We both know that was not a five, but I like this kissing game we’re playing. Gives me more chances to kiss you.”
“What? No. No games. You are not going to kiss me again. This was— No. Not anymore, Spencer. We can’t.”
“We can and we will.” I want to lean over this console and fucking devour her lips, but I refrain. I’m learning so much about this woman. She’s not at all who I thought she was, and my need to learn everything about her is deep-rooted. Almost as much as I want her to admit that my kisses rock her world.
Putting the SUV in Drive, I pull out of the parking spot and back out onto the road. The drive to Calloway is quiet, just the soft hum of the radio in the background. It’s so low I can’t make out the lyrics, but that’s okay. I like the fact that we’re riding together and we’re not arguing for once.
Truth be told, I argue with her to get her attention. She dismissed me so easily, as if I was nothing. That’s the only way I knew to get her attention. It pissed her off, then we started competing for grades, and ten years later, here we are. I never imagined she would be back in my life like this. First, as the sister of the woman my best friend was going to marry. Now, as my future employee.
All week I’ve thought of her constantly, and this morning she was there as if just thinking about her brought her back into my everyday world. I didn’t know how I was going to see her again, and now here she is. Sitting next to me. Spending time with me. That’s when an idea hits me. I can drag this out. I can request more information, tell the physicians that the board needs to look at the numbers again, something, anything, to keep her with me like this.
Maybe, just maybe, in time, she’ll be okay with kissing her rival. Who knows, maybe there is more for us than this game we’re playing. What I do know is that I’m going to make it so that we have the time to figure it out.
CHAPTER
NINE
Charlotte
“This is our second largest location,” I tell Spencer as we walk through the halls of the Calloway practice. I’ve already pointed out the exam rooms, physicians’ offices, and break room. “And this is the meeting room. It’s not as large as the one we have back in Charleston.” I keep my voice professional and devoid of emotion.
I’m very aware of his tall frame next to me. I can feel the heat of his body as his shoulder brushes against mine, but I keep my expression neutral. I refuse to let him see that I’m not as immune to him as I pretend to be.
“How many exam rooms again?” he asks.
“Nine. We usually have up to three physicians each day at this location, depending on vacation schedules and things like that.”
He nods. “How are the numbers as far as visits are concerned?”
I know that he already has this information, but he’s talking about work, and that’s something that I can focus on. I know my job like the back of my hand. This is a good neutral conversation. “Great. We fill every day. We save about thirty percent of our daily visits for acute appointments, and those always fill.” Pushing open the door to the small meeting room, I stand back, letting him pass. His shoulder brushes against my chest as he steps into the room, and I feel that simple graze all the way to the tips of my toes. I knew I should have stepped back, but the sinister part of me, the part that doesn’t despise Spencer as much as I claim to, wanted to feel his body rub against mine, no matter how brief the contact was.