“Okay.” I decide to go with my gut feeling, trusting this man.
His shoulders immediately release his tension. His hands move to my shoulders, and he gently kisses my nose. “We need to get you dressed. We don’t have much time.” Dressed? I glance down at my petite body and am instantaneously mortified. I’m only wearing a pajama top and underwear!
“Oh, my God!” I look to Travis, horrified. “I...I don’t understand. Why am I only in a pajama top?” My heart starts racing, and before I can line up questions, Travis is there coddling my growing panic. He gently traces my jawline with his fingertip, trying to soothe my frayed nerves.
Seeing the look in my eyes, as if he is reading my mind, he speaks quickly. “You weren’t raped, if that’s what you’re thinking, but I did find you lying in the alleyway in just your panties.” His Adam’s apple bobs again with a thick swallow. “Look, I truly don’t expect you to understand any of this right now, but you have to trust me here. I can explain this to you once I get you somewhere safe, okay? I’ve got to get you out of these wet clothes and into a pair of scrubs, and then we need to leave.”
My body releases a few uncontrolled tremors and a huge breath. “Okay,” I shakily whisper with trepidation, “I will trust you.”
The medicine begins snaking its way through my body full steam ahead, and I feel woozy. “Let me help you get into some dry clothes.” He wastes no time as he begins to carefully and slowly unbutton my pajama top. I’m glad this medicine is chilling me out right now, because I know if I was sober, I would be blushing ten shades of red; a hot, handsome man deftly working his way into my pajama top? Good Lord!
I watch his face and can tell he’s trying not to let his eyes roam over my breasts. His chivalry is not lost on me, and instead of being embarrassed, it slightly turns me on, even in the state I’m in. What is wrong with me?
When his thumbs hook into the sides of my drenched panties, I lose my breath. However, I think they’re drenched for an entirely different reason now. He looks intently into my eyes as he slides them off my hips and over my feet. Damn, he’s sexy. My eyes fall to his mouth, and I bite my lower lip. I’m breathing a little heavier than before, and I feel my heartbeat thump against my chest.
His rich, baritone voice breaks the sexual tension I’m feeling. “Get your mind out of the gutter, sweetheart.” He arches his brow and flashes me a knowing smile.
Oh, hell. I’m so busted for getting turned on and ogling him, but I try to play it off. “Don’t be so impressed with yourself, big boy,” I reply dryly, as if he didn’t affect me in the least.
He chuckles as he turns around and grabs a pair of scrubs from the counter. He doesn’t respond, but makes quick work of getting me into dry clothing. Him not perving on me makes me trust him even more. He seems so intent on what he’s doing, and his actions tell me he does indeed want to get the hell out of here, and quick.
I find myself yawning, and my eyes involuntarily blink open and closed several times as I fight the medicine. “It’s going to be okay, Jules. Don’t fight the medicine.” He tenderly grazes his thumb over my lips, and whispers, “I’ve got you.” Then he gives me a chaste kiss on my forehead. “I’m just going to step outside the door for a second. I need to talk to the good doctor, and then we’ll be on our way, all right?”
I sleepily nod, and when he turns to leave, I roll my head to the side, scoping out Travis’ ass. Day-um, the man has serious glutes, and his wet jeans are plastered to his thick, muscled thighs. I can see the muscles flex in his broad shoulders as he goes to open the heavy hospital door. Yes, I think to myself, I’d follow this man into hell he’s so hot. I close my eyes and let a drug-induced giggle escape my lips.
~Travis~
When I step out into the empty hallway, Grant is standing against the wall on the opposite side with his arms crossed. Glancing down at his feet, I see a large tote bag full of supplies he’s gathered for me. I approach him, stopping in front of him, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, indicating to me he’s throwing in the towel, even though he disagrees with my decision. “All right, Travis, I get it. Whatever you need, you got it; you have my number if you have any questions.”