Dr. Tempt Me - A Possessive Doctor Romance

And not just what we overheard. Sure, that was pretty messed up, but I couldn’t be too surprised. Mercy General was a hotbed of corruption and grift, and the hospital admins tended to be the biggest con men in the whole place, without a doubt in my mind.

No, I kept thinking about Fiona and the way she’d stared at me.

Didn’t help that my hand hurt from where she’d bitten me.

That girl was gorgeous. Long auburn hair, light green eyes, plump, pink lips, and a body that drove me wild. I felt it pressed against me when I hid her, and again when I touched her hips, and although she looked at me like she wanted my face to melt off, I still couldn’t help myself. She was gorgeous, and I liked that she didn’t take any shit.

She was famous for that, of course. Fiona was one of the better-known nurses, although I wasn’t sure she even realized that. She was highly sought after and every doctor I knew wanted her working on their patients. I was lucky enough to land her a few times, and each time she lived up to her reputation of being smart, prompt, and on top of everything.

And now we had this secret together.

It was almost too much. I mean, I’d been admiring her from a distance for a while, and now we were thrust together into that closet by complete chance. It could’ve been anyone walking past at that exactly moment, and I would’ve pulled them right in with me. Instead, it was Fiona.

I was almost lucky.

Except I still had a mystery to solve. The next day, I got into work early, did my rounds, then found Fiona sitting behind her nurses’ station, idly staring at the monitor like she could barely believe her horrible luck. I leaned over and caught her attention.

She sat up straight and stared at me. “Dr. Coarse,” she said, keeping a straight face.

“Nurse Fiona.” I grinned and cocked my head. “How’s your shift going?”

“Just fine.” She glanced at the nurse sitting beside her, an older woman named Mary, then back at me. “Can I do something for you?”

Mary was studiously ignoring us, while really listening to every single word. That woman was just about the nosiest person in the entire hospital.

“Need help getting a line in,” I said. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

That would do the rounds soon enough: hotshot doctor asks nurse for help with a simple procedure. I couldn’t wait to hear the comments and get the dirty looks, but it’d be worth it if nobody would suspect anything. Better to hide in plain sight than to try and sneak around.

Fiona seemed to understand what I was doing and stood. “I guess I have a minute,” she said. “Although you should be able to do this on your own.”

“Thank you,” I said, and walked off with her hot on my heels.

I took her down a side hall and into a quiet, abandoned section. I stepped into a dark patient room and walked into the empty space where a bed should’ve been. Sunlight slanted in sideways through the window and I looked at the marked white wall, at the plugs where monitors would be placed, and I wondered how many people had come and gone through these walls, how many tragedies and victories this room had seen. Every single room had a story in Mercy, just like in every other hospital, and I was interested in them all.

“You know you’ll pay for that one later, right?” Fiona frowned at me as she slid the door shut behind her.

“I’m aware. But I figure it’s better if people gossip about how I can’t put in a line without your help. Maybe then they won’t notice if we’re spending a lot of time together.”

She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head back. “What makes you think we’ll spend any time together at all?”

“Because you want to get to the bottom of what we heard as much as I do.”

She was quiet for a second. I could see her doing the math in her head, trying to decide if it was worth getting involved in all this, or if she should pass it off to me and move on with her life. Except I knew that wasn’t a problem at all, not for someone like her. She couldn’t walk away from this any more than I could.

“How do you think we’re going to do that?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“That’s real helpful.”

I laughed. “You told me not to plan.”

“And you listened?” She paced across the room, toward the window, and back to the door. I watched her curiously, wondering if she always paced when she was agitated.

“I’m not stupid enough to ignore a direct order.”

She snorted. “Come on, let’s not play that game.”

“What game?”