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Alert.
    Mayday.
    My heart went bananas as Ryder inched his fingers across the table toward mine.
    I ripped them away.
    I did the one thing a vet should never do.
    I left my little doggy patient alone and unsupported on the table.
    Panicking and feeding off the confusion in the room, Pikachu launched himself off the high ledge.
    Everything happened in slow motion.
    Ryder took a step back, his arms outstretched to catch the flying bratwurst. I threw myself forward, hoping to scoop the soaring sausage from the air.
    He remained standing, I bent horizontal.
    Horror ensured.
    My face landed squarely on his cock.
    Boom.
    Nose to shaft, chin to balls.
    I felt him.
    Hard but soft. Hot but steel.
    I felt him on my face!
    Get it off.
    Oh my God, what did I do in a previous life to deserve this?
    A loud humph escaped his lips as victory replaced my shock. I caught the plummeting dog and saved the day. Standing up straight, I quickly placed the squirmy creature back onto the table and pulled out my script pad to jot down what he would need to buy.
    He needs to leave.
    Now.
    I didn’t care if Polly refused to look after him. She’d have to after this.
    I’m mortified.
    The poor guy was doubled over in pain, sucking in gasps of air.
    By the time I’d scribbled a puppy formula and a few vitamins, he was able to stand upright. A loud laugh froze my fingers and I couldn’t stop my head from tilting upward.
    “You know…” He wheezed through another wash of pain. “I offered you the right to touch it. Not face plant into it.”
    He cupped the delicate meat and veg between his legs. It wasn’t just snack size, either. It was banquet—need to go back for seconds and possibly thirds—size.
    Damn him.
    Damn him and his sexy face and alluring cock.
    Tonight, I wouldn’t just be reading, I would be scrolling online for a vibrating friend to replace the broken one I’d put out of commission last month. I hadn’t replaced it up till now because I didn’t want to have the temptation every night.
    Who had a relationship with her fun-for-one wand, anyway? Not a sane woman. But this sort of issue was exactly why a woman had a relationship with battery operated toys.
    Because situations like this—face in crotch situations—wouldn’t be nearly as awkward if she’d had an orgasm or three, and could withstand the nuclear superpowers of a virile single man sniffing around for sex.
    Go away, superman, and leave me be.
    However, if Ryder heard my silent request, he did the opposite. Leaning toward me, he inhaled.
    Did he just sniff me?
    He said, “You know, if you were interested, you only had to ask.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Not interested or not in the mood to ask?” He grinned. “Because really, you just took advantage of me in your work place behind locked doors. That’s a case for the courts. Don’t you think?”
    “You wouldn’t.” I froze. “It was an accident. You know it was. You wouldn’t dare—”
    He buffed his nails on his white t-shirt beneath a faded brown bomber jacket—even his clothes were hot. Where did men like him shop? Sex-R-us?
    “I would dare if you continue to annoy me.”
    My heart raced. I didn’t know if it was from a threatened law suit or the sexual awareness fizzing my blood. “How am I annoying you? I do everything you ask. I drop my other patients when you show up. I give you discounts on supplements—”
    “Only because I bulk order and give you a small fortune.”
    Well yes, but that’s beside the point. “That doesn’t mean—”
    “That you’re obligated to go out with me?”
    I nodded.
    “But it does mean that I’ve been nice to you—the perfect customer. All I wanted was safety and consideration when using your practice. What would the jury have to say if I told them you tried to extort me for more money by coming on to me?”
    I couldn’t do this. “You’re insane.”
    “I’ve been called that before. Doesn’t stop me getting what I want.”
    Don’t ask.
    Don’t be that