Dr. Tempt Me - A Possessive Doctor Romance

She turned off the flashlight. I took it and slipped it into my pocket. The office was pitch black then, the door opened only the barest of cracks, just enough to see. I felt Fiona press herself closer to me, looking outside, and we stood there frozen in place. Her body was warm and I slipped an arm around her waist, not thinking about it, moving on autopilot—and she drifted closer to me, pressing tighter like a cat.

I breathed her smell and wondered what was happening here, in this moment, in this place. I always told myself I wasn’t going to get involved with women, that I had to keep myself as far away from them as possible. Sex was one thing, but feelings, relationships, melding two lives together was a step I couldn’t take, and I knew Fiona wasn’t the type of girl to go for a one-night stand.

She was something else. Smart, angry, beautiful. I wanted more of her every time we were together, and now in this office, in this moment where our futures hung in the balance, I found myself needing her more than I dreamed possible.

The janitor moved as if in slow motion. We stayed in that office, waiting as he went cube to cube, dumping, humming, sometimes singing. He was a skinny white guy, stringy dark hair cut short, patchy beard and blotchy skin.

“We have to make a break for it,” I whispered.

“We can wait until he goes.”

I shook my head. “He’ll do the offices next.”

She sucked in a breath. “Shit. You’re right.”

“He’ll come here last. So when he hits that first office up there, we’ll get out, okay?”

“Maybe he won’t. Maybe we can wait.” I heard the hope in her voice, and I knew she was lying to herself.

I pulled her tight against me. She let out a surprised breath and I pressed my lips against her ear, whispering directly against her, my body ringing with the illicit thrill of it. “We have to run,” I said. “Trust me.”

She turned slightly, almost pulling herself free, but stopped. I felt her tip her chin up toward me, her cheek brushing against mine, as her lips moved closer to my ear.

“Don’t ever pull me like that again.”

And then she pushed me back and I could see her glaring at me in the darkness.

I grinned at her, unable to help it, then looked back through the crack. The janitor cleared the last two trashcans, then angled for the office at the front left the room.

“Ready?” I said.

“Wait—”

I threw the door open and strode out, walking fast, but not running. The janitor was in the office, dumping the can, his back turned to us. I reached the far end of the cube farm and put it between him and me.

Fiona followed, hurrying and barely making the edge. We walked to the far end then paused and listened as the janitor left that first office and went to the next one. I held up a hand, waiting, waiting, and once he was inside—I made my move, reaching back to grab Fiona’s wrist, tugging her along.

I heard her curse, and I knew she was pissed, but we reached the elevator bank. I smashed the button, and the doors opened. She slipped in first, and I followed, and I leaned back against the wall, releasing a pent-up breath as the doors slid shut and the car dropped down.

Neither of us spoke in the heavy quiet of the elevator ride. When it reached my office’s floor, I turned to her and held out a hand. She stared at me, her eyes sparkling malice, and she handed the folder over—but didn’t release it.

“Are you sure you can read it?”

The doors started to shut, and I held them open with my foot. “I’ll figure it out.”

She snorted. “Maybe I should keep this.”

“Maybe, but I have a feeling you don’t want to risk getting caught with something like that.”

She opened her mouth then shut it again. She released the folder, passing it into my hands—and the responsibility that came with it.

I hesitated another moment, looking at her, and I felt her apprehension, her anger, and I wanted to ask her what happened to make her hate me like this, to make her cringe back when I came too near, and instead I turned away, letting the doors close behind me as I left her there and returned to my office.

She wouldn’t answer. I knew it as well as she did. I’d have to earn my answers one way or another, whether she wanted to give them or not.7FionaI felt like I was on an adrenaline high for the next day. Every time I paused for long enough, I thought about our little heist, and my stomach did strange flips.

Not only because we’d robbed the hospital administrator’s office. There was also that moment near the door, when he whispered in my ear, and pulled me close against him, and I liked feeling his body so near, warm, liquid with pleasure and ease, confident and strong—I liked it so much more than I thought I would. When his lips were close to my ear, I felt a shiver of pleasure roll down my spine. It scared me, and I lashed out against him like I knew I would, pushing him away.