Hotshot Doc(63)

She looks adorable, but I don’t think that’s what she wants to hear at the moment.

“Sure. Child-sized, right?”

“Ha ha ha,” she mocks, making her way to the bathroom. “For that, I expect you to bring me back some coffee too.”

I get her a new set of scrubs and grab two cups of coffee from the doctors’ lounge. When I get back, Bailey’s still in the shower.

I knock on the door. “Hey, I got your scrubs. I’ll set them right out here.”

“Thank you!” she shouts back. “Oh and I hope you don’t mind—I’m using your soap! I’m going to smell like a rugged mountain man too!”

In an instant, desire burns up any last vestiges of sleep. Bailey’s in my shower, rubbing my soap all over her naked body. In another life, I’d open the door and join her. She’d turn to face me and her pale brown eyes would widen in shock. She’d blush from head to toe as I stalked toward her and pressed her back against the cold tile. She’d be shy, but we’ve kissed before and I know she’d come alive for me with a little coaxing. She’d meet me in the middle, grind against me, wrap a leg around my hip, hot and needy for more. I’d kiss her endlessly, tease and worship her until a single touch could push her over the edge.

My dick stirs to life just from thinking about it. I’m going mad for a woman who’s made it clear she wants to keep things platonic and professional. I’ve respected those wishes up until last night. Sleeping on that couch together wasn’t professional in the least, and I wonder if she regrets it now.

The shower cuts off and a few moments later, the door opens an inch and one of her hands juts out, searchingly wildly for her scrubs. Considering she isn’t brave enough to crack the door open a smidge more and actually look for them, she doesn’t have an easy time finding them. Her fingers catch nothing but dead space and I hear her groan.

“A little to the left,” I say, amused.

Her hand finally lands on them.

“Got ’em!” she shouts triumphantly.

While she gets dressed, I move to my desk to drink my coffee so I don’t look like I’m lurking around like a weirdo. I’m doing a very good job of pretending to be occupied when she steps out of the bathroom fully dressed with damp hair and a fresh face. She runs the towel through her hair and shakes it out. I sit with my coffee midway to my mouth long enough for her to scrunch her nose in confusion.

“What?” she asks.

My gaze drags down her body and catches on her bare feet. Her toenails are bright pink and she wiggles them when she notices me staring.

“Do you need socks? I have a spare pair.”

Socks. Nothing sexual about socks. At least that’s what I try to tell myself.

She eagerly accepts the offer and once I hand them off, careful to give us about three feet of breathing room, I disappear into the bathroom for a shower of my own. I turn the valve so cold the pipes are liable to freeze. The water shocks my system and douses my desire. I tell myself to think of ice-cold water and not Bailey’s hot mouth. Fuck. I lather myself and rinse off quickly, in a hurry to get to work. I have more than enough to keep myself occupied today.

Of course, I’m the idiot who forgot to bring his clothes into the bathroom. Usually, I’m the only one in my office so I don’t have to worry about it.

I move to the door and open it, about to warn her when I catch a hint of conversation. She’s on the phone.

“Yes, I slept here…We had a lot of work to do…No, I didn’t sleep with him! We ordered pizza and worked. It was nothing…Yes. I know you’re on winter break, but try to do something productive today. What’d you have for breakfast?” She groans. “Eat some kind of vegetable with your lunch, will you?”

I decide it’s as good a time as any to retrieve my suit. Her back is to me and she’s distracted by her conversation with her sister. I step out and move to the wardrobe.

“I promise I’ll be home in time—”

Her voice suddenly cuts off and I glance over my shoulder to find her staring at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. I look down to check and yes, my towel is still slung around my hips. I’m not flashing her, though she’s looking at me like I am.

Her sister’s voice carries through the quiet room. “In time for what? Hey! Are you still there?”

Bailey can’t close her mouth. Shocking her wasn’t my intention when I came out of the bathroom in only a towel, but it’s a convenient side effect. Yes. Good. I shouldn’t be the only one going crazy here.

Her gaze sears my skin, jumping from my biceps to my abs to my chest. Her tongue is in danger of rolling out of her mouth. My workouts are intended to keep me capable in the operating room, but I appreciate them even more now that Bailey can’t take her eyes off me.

I offer her a little wave, and it’s enough to shake her out of the spell my partial nudity put her under. She whips back around to face the wall and I finish grabbing my clothes.

“HELLO ARE YOU DEAD?” Josie shouts through the phone.

Bailey clears her throat. “No! I’m not dead. Sorry. I was…busy there for a second.” She sounds flustered. “What was I saying? Oh right, I’ll be home in time to make dinner. I have to go now, bye.”

She hangs up as I head back into the bathroom. Though it’d be fun, I think changing out here would push her over the edge. I’m not trying to cause permanent damage.