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other side, effectively barring my escape. “Sophie, there’s a professor in the internal medicine department that has ‘fuck me please’ written across his forehead,” she said in a rapid burst. “We need to get you two together somehow.”
    Anytime the wind blew, Lana had a new crush. The poor woman had made a vow of celibacy for her first year, focusing on her studies foremost, and now she was trying to hook me up with every dude she came across.
    “The guy has an amazing body!” The look of lust was all over her face. “I accidentally bumped into him on the way to the gross lab and his abs…” She shuddered with delight. “I could tongue-surf my way down to his lollipop garden.”
    I almost choked on my water.
    “I wanna tongue-surf somebody someday,” she added with a sigh.
    As much as I appreciated Lana’s efforts, none of the guys who tried to hit on me really did anything for me. Just because a man was attractive didn’t mean he had everything I needed. And don’t get me started on the guys who pretended they had a dominant side to them.
    They’d say, “You like it rough, don’tcha, babe…”
No, not really.
    Men who have a dominant nature are born that way. They exude it, and so far, the men who had lined up to play on my playground couldn’t swing that way even if they tried.
    After listening to Lana describe every enticing feature Dr. Hanley had, I ambled into my room, toed off my heels, and discarded my purse in the corner.
    She briefly poked her head into the room. “You got another package from overseas. I left it on your bed. Penny tried to open it, but I managed to hide it before she used a box cutter. Looks like something expensive.”
    My chest tightened. I didn’t dare look at the pretty white box. Or my name written in neat cursive on the label. For the last two years, a new package had arrived every couple of months from the same address in Japan. I used to throw them away, not caring if they contained apologies, expensive presents, or pleas. Right now I didn’t feel like dealing with the ghosts of past boyfriends, so I placed the package in a neat spot in my closet.
    My phone buzzed again with a message, but I ignored it. Keeping my professional life out of my personal one was impossible at times.
    You know you’re going to check it in about two minutes…
Yeah, I was gonna check it, but I preferred to think that I was capable of waiting a bit and not responding immediately.
    What if it’s him?
    Him, as in Xavier Quinn, who should either be sleeping right now to prepare for tomorrow or doing work for his company.
    I glanced at my purse where I’d left my phone.
Not gonna check it.
It was probably that guy who wanted box seats. He probably wanted a chance to meet the owner, too. My thoughts immediately drifted to dinner as I unzipped the back of my skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. I stepped out and headed to my bed. My gaze swept over it.
    If you really wanted he could’ve been in this bed tonight,
I thought.
You could’ve been making loud noises and giving your roommates a real anatomy education.
A sex education. I did have a queen-sized bed. It was nothing compared to the monstrous king-sized bed in Xavier’s room. My iron bedpost was just as sturdy as his, but not as expensive and intricate. Was he in bed right now? I shook my head and sat on the mattress, which was warm and comforting. Almost beckoning me to do what I always did when I was alone and longed for company. Release could be found overnight, curled up on my side with my hands stretched out in front of me bound at the wrists. Memories from the exquisite tight sensation stretched up my arms and settled into my stomach. I hummed with delight. All I had to do was open my locked bedside drawer. My wrists itched and I rubbed the skin under my leather cuffs.
    My phone buzzed again. I still hadn’t checked the pending message.
    Check the phone, you fool.
It was probably not him anyway.
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