Wreck (Sphere of Irony 4)

Let it drop, please let it drop.

I can’t have this guy to figuring out who my parents are, who I am. I’m pretty sure we’ve never met. There’s no way I would forget his unbelievable face and body if we had.

Damien jogs up to us with a large white box. “Got it.”

“I’ll do it,” Drew says, his green eyes penetrating mine as he snatches the kit from Damien’s hands. He doesn’t look away, that powerful gaze trapping me in place. “Bruce, thanks for bringing her in. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Bruce must be his driver—now everything makes sense. He’s most likely waiting for Drew to finish his workout.

“You sure?” Damien asks. Drew turns to scowl at him, and Damien shrugs his shoulders in response. “Okay man, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here.” Drew has that intense stare aimed back at me as he speaks. The noise of the gym starts back up, a cacophony of grunts and punches. Suddenly, I’m alone with this beautiful man.

“Here, sit down.” He points to a nearby bench.

Mesmerized, I do as he says and watch as he kneels in front of me. He’s still shirtless, and I track his lean, sinewy muscles as they stretch and flex in front of me in a tantalizing dance. He’s close enough to touch. I want to lean in and lick every hard ridge of his body. It’s literally torture to sit this close to him.

Drew places the kit on the bench and opens it up.

“Let’s see what you did.” His gruff tone has been replaced with kindness. It helps to relax me, but only somewhat. I’m still nervous to have this very intimidating man so close. I watch those intelligent green eyes flick up to mine before he focuses back on my injury. Drew puts one of his large, tape-wrapped hands around my wrist and I gasp when a heart-stopping rush of heat travels up my arm.

Wow!

Drew pauses before carefully removing the towel to assess my wound.

“It isn’t that bad. It’s big, but not deep, so it shouldn’t leave a scar or anything.” Drew looks at me and smiles. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that perfect skin.”

My heart stops when he smiles at me. He has brilliant white teeth and full lips, light stubble covers his angular jaw. I notice that his eyes aren’t the green I originally thought, but green with a dark ring of brown in the center. What does me in is the single dimple that appears on his right cheek when he smiles.

The heat I felt in my arm has taken root and begins to grow. What started as a small burn is rapidly building into a smoldering fire. I shift uncomfortably on the bench, hoping to rein in the urge to tackle him to the ground and grind on his hard body.

Sydney, whatever has gotten into you needs to stop right now.

“Take off that jacket while I get what I

need.”

Aren’t we bossy.

I finally stop my gawking and do as he asks.

When Drew turns away to rummage through the first aid kit, I let out the breath I’d been holding in an attempt to keep him from noticing how heavy my breathing has become.

“Here.” His deep, calm voice wraps around me like a warm blanket. “This may sting. I’m sorry, Sydney.” Drew’s eyes look pained as he presses a cold, wet gauze pad to my arm.

I flinch, unable to stop myself from hissing when the antiseptic hits my skin.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“It’s okay.” It seems that Drew feels genuine remorse for hurting me even though he’s the one helping me. He’s sensitive, caring. A contradictory quality for a man who hits other people for fun.

Drew reaches back into the kit and pulls out a large bandage and some gauze. Laying it on my arm, he wraps it up quickly and efficiently.

“Looks like you’ve done this before.” I grin at the professional job he did on my wound.

“Yeah, a few times….” Drew glances up at me and stops. I watch as his eyes dilate and his lips part. The smoldering fire grows larger, turning into a raging inferno inside me.

Drew shakes his head and looks away, putting back everything he took out of the kit.