Page 116 of Clinically Delicious
No.
Maybe?
I don’t know anymore.
I don’t know anything except that I want him, and this is crazy, and I’m definitely going to Hell.
“The patient room,” he said suddenly. “Down the hall. It’s empty.”
The patient room.
He wants to have sex in a patient’s room.
Where children get examined.
Where there are stirrups!
“Absolutely not,” I said.
“Cate—”
“No. Nope. Not happening. That’s... that’s a line. That’s definitely a line we shouldn’t cross.”
He pulled back, his eyes dark. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” He kissed me softly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“Room three,” I blurted out.
He blinked. “What?”
“Room three. It’s the one at the end, right? The one that’s furthest from the waiting room?”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Yes.”
“And it locks?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re absolutely sure Megan won’t...”
“She’s with Winnie. She’ll be fine.”
This is insane.
This is absolutely completely insane.
I’m going to have sex with my husband in a patient room at his clinic.
“Five minutes,” I said.
“Ten.”
“Gabriel.”
“Ten minutes, Cate. I need ten minutes with you.”
