Heartthrob (The Bennett Brothers 3)

A notification pops up on my calendar from Evie, reminding me to restock supplies for the next shift and includes an attached list. I print it out and welcome the distraction away from the Lora and Clint debacle. Our supply room is at the end of the hall, secured with key pass entry that only certain levels of employees have access. I grab the cart from the corner and go about checking off items as I pull them from the shelves. Most of our drugs come directly from the in-house pharmacy, but we keep a few staples on hand. I enter my code into the locked cabinet and hear the recognizable buzz of the key card at the door.

I turn, expecting to see another nurse, but instead, Clint saunters in. A chill floats across my skin when his eyes travel over me, stopping way too long at my breasts. “There a reason you’re staring at my chest?” I clip.

Something blazes across his features. Anger? Annoyance? Whatever it is vanishes quickly, and he raises his eyes to mine. “I was staring at your necklace. The spark of diamonds caught my eye.”

For a split-second, I feel bad about my assumption, but it passes when I remember what a dick he is. “What are you doing in here?”

“Room three is out of non-latex gloves. Chantel and Lora are trying to help a patient who is vomiting and is allergic. Lora said you may be in here and suggested I come ask.”

“You’re working with Lora?” I blurt out before thinking.

“I’m working with everyone.”

I hand him the box of gloves, not saying more.

“Is there a reason I wouldn’t work with Lora?” he presses.

“Nope, I thought you were doing rounds with the ER doctors.” I lie because I have no idea of his schedule.

“I prefer it up here. The atmosphere is much more my style.” His eyes roam over me again.

“I didn’t know internships were so loosely structured that you could pick and choose where you rotate. I’d hardly consider children sick with cancer as a better atmosphere,” I clip out, a sharp edge to my tone.

“I find the personnel more enjoyable.”

“I’m sure you do,” I mutter.

His eyes now land back on mine and darken to almost black. “Something on your mind, Claire? Something you want to say to me?”

“Nope.”

He studies me, my skin prickling uncomfortably under his stare.

“I’m guessing Lora said something to you, which is unfortunate. I’d hoped for more discretion.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to lash back, but I tamper down the urge. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s a big girl, Claire. No expectations were discussed, no promises made.”

“None of my business, Clint.”

“No, it’s not. Unless it’s you in my bed, it’s not your concern who I fuck.”

My body tenses. “Didn’t you say there was a child vomiting in room three?”

He glares at me a second more before turning to leave.

A question pops into my head, and I can’t stop myself from asking, “How’d you get in here? Only authorized personnel have access to supply rooms.”

He stops, twists his head to me, and his lips turn into a wicked grin. What he doesn’t do is answer me before leaving.

When the door closes, I do an exaggerated body shiver. Clint may have been at the top of the dick category, but he’s now made it to creepy dick.

Chapter 12

Mathis

The hostess greets me by name, flipping her head for me to follow. On the way, I scan the restaurant and bar, noting the crowd is thick for a Wednesday ni