Davies
She looked like a startled patient, ready to flee at any moment. I needed to calm down before I made her run away.
If she knew the thoughts that had just crossed my mind, she'd be long gone. I imagined the men she'd been with were smooth and gentle with her, something I wasn't sure I could be, but hell, if she asked, I'd certainly try just to have her under me for a few minutes.
But I didn't think a few minutes would ever be enough with someone like her.
I bet even a brief encounter would bring a man to his knees.
She wasn't used to talking to a dirty, sleep-deprived doctor like me.
No, she was more accustomed to executives in crisp suits and high-end clinics.
The thought of anyone else touching her made my vision go red.
They wouldn't know what to do with her.
I might not even know what to do with her, but I'd die trying to give her everything.
A woman like her should be cherished and... frequently attended to.
"It's probably just a change in environment and eating habits, " I finally managed, trying to pull my thoughts away from wanting to be with her.
"Is that an easy fix? I have so many appointments to get to."
I bit my tongue to keep from saying something blunt.
I was sure this "duchess" had a busy day of social engagements ahead of her and didn't want to spend it in a grimy hospital lab with someone like me.
I extended my hand, wanting her patient's file, and she recoiled.
She looked down at my hands, and I realized they weren't the cleanest.
They were still smudged with ink from the last chart I'd been reviewing.
They showed signs of endless paperwork and late nights, something she'd probably never experienced.
I bet her skin was soft and silky all over.
Her hands, clasped around mine, would feel a lot better than my own, which was all my mind had been imagining on for a very long time.
Maybe that's why I was so desperately craving something I shouldn't be right now.
"The patient's file," I stated sharply, making her flinch again.
I was annoyed that my hands seemed to repulse her, and I couldn't help the harshness in my tone.
I looked up, and I could see the pulse in her neck begin to quicken as she glanced back at the door. I saw what she was thinking, but I put a stop to it.
"We're the only department in town that handles this, duchess. Hand over the file."
Her gray eyes hardened at the nickname, and she gave me an icy stare.
Damn. Even that turned me on. I was starting to think there wasn't anything she could do to turn me off.
How could someone irritate you and excite you at the same time? I wasn't sure how she was doing it, but she was.
She rummaged in her designer bag, pulling out a slim folder and tossing it to me. I caught it in the air, wishing she had simply handed it to me.
I could have stolen a touch on her skin and found out if she was as soft as she looked.
"Come back in an hour, and we'll have an answer." I pointed to the clipboard on the counter. "Please fill out your contact information so we can reach you if we're done sooner."
She quickly scribbled down her details before turning and leaving the department, giving me a captivating view of her back, waist to be precise as she walked away with a slight stomp.
I pulled out my phone and looked down at her number and name, laughing when I saw she had simply identified herself as "Duchess."
I programmed it into my phone before tearing her information off the sheet and putting it in my pocket. I hated the idea that it was just sitting there for anyone to access.
I quickly had her patient's records pulled up and reviewed them in record time. I'd like to say it's because I was just trying to get things done, but I'd be lying to myself.
I just wanted her back in here. The entire time I was working on her file, I was irritated by the idea that she would never give me the time of day.
I was a complete joke to someone like her.
Why even bother trying?
Pulling out my phone to give her a call, I looked up and saw she was already standing in the front office again. This time I saw her laughing at something Dan had just said, she was clearly more at ease with him than she had been with me.
I was going to literally kill him. He might be a bit rough around the edges, but his blond hair and blue eyes always seemed to draw women in.
He cleaned up better than I ever seemed to.
I looked over to see Nurse Joey trying to hold back a laugh as she looked between me and the scene in the front office.
"Get that patient's file processed and put the results on the front counter when you're done," I snapped at her, only making her laugh more. After a second, she lifted her hand, extending her middle finger at me.
I stomped across the office and threw the door open a little harder than I intended.
I was shocked the glass panel in the door didn't shatter when it hit the wall.
The sound made "Duchess" jump again. Damn. All I seemed to do was startle her.
Dan just leaned against the counter like he didn't have a care in the world about what he was doing, and irritation boiled inside me.
I looked over at him and put an end to their conversation. "Back to your duties. I don't pay you to socialize with patients."
"Duchess" blushed at my words, looking embarrassed.
If I had my way with her, that blush would cover every part of her skin. Yeah, like you'll get that chance, a voice in the back of my mind scoffed. Women like her, who exuded such class, wouldn't give me the time of day.
No matter how hard I worked, or what I had in my bank account, they just thought they were better than me.
Types like her wanted men in expensive suits and five-star dinners.
I'd met a few women like her growing up, and I'd learned to steer clear, and I always had, but something about her was pulling me in.
Dan winked at her on his way out, and it made me grind my teeth as he strolled through the open door.
If I blackened both of his eyes, he wouldn't be able to wink again for a while, I thought to myself.
Once he was through the door, I reached over and slammed it shut. I tried to compose myself and push back all these unfamiliar emotions.
I took a breath and tried to smooth things over.