Page 6 of Resorting to Love
Her head tilts in the most adorable way. “I’m talking about the room.”
“Of course. What do you think I’m talking about?” Apparently, I can’t resist teasing her. Poking the pretty bear in hopes that she’ll growl a little.
Only she doesn’t growl. She smirks. “My tits, Eli. I think you’re talking about my tits.”
A laugh rips up from my belly, unstoppable, not that I’d even try. “You’re wrong, sweetheart, but only because you limited it to one body part. Or two, in this case. For the record, I think every part of you is incredible.”
“Oh, Eli!”She fakes a giggle, fluttering her eyelids while fanning herself, then switches to a snort and an eye roll. “If I were Susie from the front desk, I’d be ripping my clothes off right now. But I’m not, so whatever’s cooking in your handsome head, forget it.” Wherever salty Chloe disappeared to last night, she’s here in full force this morning.
The same can be said for my hard-on. Full. Fucking. Force. Plus, she just admitted to finding me attractive. Put that in the win column. “If you were Susie from the front desk, I wouldn’t have said what I did.” Because I like to play with fire, I don’t just invade Chloe’s personal space, I curl my hands around her waist and bring her close enough that her incredible tits graze my chest. “Did you sleep well last night?”
“Very.” She doesn’t pull back. Doesn’t look away, blush, or make any of the breathy noises women do when they’re excited. Aroused.
But I know she is. She’s a controlled woman, but even she can’t regulate her pupils. They’re blown so wide, I can barely see the brown rings of her irises.
“I’m glad you got a good night’s rest. I slept like shit.”
“Was the bed in your cabin uncomfortable, Goldilocks?” She gives me a faux-sympathetic smile that makes her lips even more tempting. “Because my bed was juuust right.”
“My bed didn’t keep me up, you did.”
“Your hands seem to be in working order,” she says, removing my fingers from her waist, then holding them up for inspection. “Maybe you should’ve made themworkfor you last night.”
Oh, I did. Twice. Jerking off didn’t clear my mind of all things Chloe. But playful flirting is one thing. Telling her I spent last night last night spanking the monkey to thoughts of her is a bit too personal. For now.
“I have questions, and you have all the answers,” I say instead.
She pats my chest as if patting a child on the head. “Ah… You must need help getting your medical information straight. I suppose I can answer a few questions, even though I’m on vacation. There’s paper and a pen on the table, if you want to take notes. Probably should. There could be some big words.”
I shake my head, but there’s no shaking the perpetual grin she inspires. “I guess you know who I am, after all.”
“Easy there, Dr. Dreamboat. Susie’s dramatic outburst tuned me in to why you’re a celebrity, but I don’t watch that show. Not a single episode or scene. You’re still just another guy to me.”
Liberty Generalwas an instant hit when it debuted. My big break. The role I auditioned for but never expected to land. I went from nobody to heartthrob overnight and haven’t had a day of anonymity since. Until now, because I’mjust another guyto Chloe. And it’s the best feeling I’ve had in a very long time.
“Sorry to burst your bubble,” she says when I’m speechless for too long. “If it helps, at least once a week, some female patient will ask if Dr. Black is on duty to give her a Code Black. At first, I didn’t know what the hell these women were talking about. One of the other nurses tuned me in about the show and your character, and his mind-blowing sex move.” She rolls her eyes. “That request got old pretty fast, by the way, so tell your writers I don’t send my love.”
“I’ll do that.” I play it off like a joke, but the truth is they’ll love that story in the writers’ room. It’ll make their day.
“The Code Black thing hasn’t slowed down over the years, so you must be quite popular.”
Nope, not biting. I’d rather she didn’t know the extent of my popularity. If she knew how much mail comes in every week, I have the feeling she’d run for nearby mountains. “You work in the emergency department, but you’ve never watchedLiberty General?”
She screws up her face as if I’ve just dosed her with bad medicine. “God, no. I spend half my life, sometimes more than half, immersed to the eyeballs in a real emergency department. The last thing I want to do with my downtime is watch a hospital soap opera.”
“Liberty Generalis an award-winning, prime-time, medical drama.”
“Whatever you say,TV Guide.” She snorts a laugh, then passes one hand in front of her face as if it’s a magical gesture that’ll restore her composure. For the record, it does. If nursing runs its course for her, she could give acting a shot. “Okay, okay. Maybe I’m wrong. Let’s find out which one of us is right.”
“You’ve never seen the show. How can you possibly be right?”
“Simple diagnostic procedure. I ask questions and you answer them honestly,” she says, treating me to a saucy smile. “You willing? Or do you want to acknowledgeLiberty Generalis a soap opera right now?”
“Bring it on, Nurse Chloe. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got.”
Her nose twitches, and she raises an eyebrow. Mischief dances in her eyes. This is a woman who loves to play, and clearly plays to win. She’s irresistible. Nobody in their right mind wouldwantto resist her. I sure as hell don’t.
“How many of the doctors and nurses on your show are romantically involved with each other?”
