Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] Read Online Free PDF

Tickle-Me Pink or Cherry Blossom Pink. All this cream and pale blue is boring.”
    “Tickle-Me Pink? That’s a color?” asked Oscar.
    “It’s a genuine shade of pink,” answered Ambrielle. Then she sat back and watched as the men exchanged glances before looking back to her. She kept a straight face but was unsurprised when they both pulled out their cell phones to check.
    “Holy shit! There’s even Barbie Pink!” The loathing in Oscar’s voice was so obvious Ambrielle laughed.
    Danny looked at her and she laughed harder. “You’re teasing us.”
    “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it.”
    “Well you’d better watch out or I’ll paint your office gray,” replied Danny.
    This time they all laughed. Suddenly Ambrielle felt at home. Content. And she knew she belonged here, in this job, with these people. Especially with these two men.

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    The first two weeks with Ambrielle as the office manager went past in a blur for Danny. Every time he saw her his dick went wild with joy, but his head—his other head—was also happy because she was relieving Oscar of so many jobs he just hadn’t had time to do. Not only were the accounts all paid on time, they never ran out of toilet paper, or coffee, or anything anymore. People almost immediately got in the habit of telling her what they wanted, instead of telling Oscar or leaving notes on his desk, and like magic, whatever was needed appeared.
    There were other changes, too, and all of them were good. Vases of flowers on the reception desk to welcome patients and families into the building. Neat spreadsheets for everything from who had booked the lounge room for a rehabilitation session, to whose turn it was to wash the dishes in the staff lunchroom.
    He found himself smiling every time he thought of her and grateful that Shaun had never shown up nor apologized for not coming to his interview. She was perfect. Smart, neat, efficient, and easygoing, fun to talk to, and always willing to lend a hand with the chores. Not to mention so beautiful he had a permanent hard-on and ever-aching dick. A dick he didn’t know what to do with. Well, apart from the usual, that was. How could he say to her, “Can I fuck you?” when he knew that’s what Oscar wanted as well? Plus it’d be all kinds of stupid to bed the staff just to scratch an itch. Besides she was damn good staff, not just any staff, and a thoroughly nice person as well. But she was also sexy, and dammit, he wanted her so bad his dick was in agony almost all day long.
    There was only one solution. He was going to have to talk to Oscar about her. Them.

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    Some days Oscar could hardly concentrate on what he should be doing. All he wanted to do was stand and watch Ambrielle. To touch her shiny black hair flowing free down her back or tied up in a French pleat or a simple ponytail that made him crazy with the desire to undo it and run his fingers through her tresses.
    Her voice was never harsh, but always friendly and pleasing. In fact, every inch of her was pleasing, from her sharp brain, all the way down to her solid biker boots. Just this morning he was watching her change out of her leathers and he longed to pick up her foot and kiss each toe before she shoved them into her plain black pumps. He wanted to undress her and kiss every inch of her from head to toe and then turn her over and do it again. She was a drug in his blood, a fever in his brain, an itch under his skin. He wanted her so much he hurt all over, not just in his cock, which kept trying to force its way out of his pants and into her pants.
    In two short weeks she’d made his office, hell the entire clinic, run smoothly. There were no more crises of things missing, or not purchased, of people not knowing where they should be and when and what for. Every day flowed smoothly under her guiding hand. It’d never occurred to him before, but the office manager was just as important as the doctor in a clinic. He