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experienced a little thrill at the idea of impressing Makarov. I purposefully went on ignoring it.
    “What is she talking about?” came a sneering voice from behind me and I gritted my teeth. I turned to see Kyle and Julia, watching me with inquisitive expressions.
    “Nothing,” I replied, trying to walk away. The last thing I needed was for them to start spreading more gossip about me.
    “Doesn’t seem like nothing ,” Julia replied.
    “What does it have to do with the CEO of the hospital?” Kyle asked.
    “How do you know who Makarov is?” I questioned. “I didn’t even know that until last week.”
    “I make it my job to know these things,” Kyle replied with a proud smile. God I hated that jackass.
    “I met him at the M&M conference,” I replied, sparing the details. “He asked me to look over a few older cases for him.”
    I could see both Julia and Kyle’s faces go green with envy. But then Julia smiled malevolently.
    “Well, I hear you’re doing a great job,” she said with a lascivious wink, before turning and walking out the door. I didn’t like what she was implying, but I seemed helpless to stop the spread of gossip at this point, so I turned and headed back out to do my job.
    Like I’d assumed, Makarov handed me an even thicker stack of files later that evening.
    “I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” he said with that characteristic little smirk on his lips. God I wanted to smack the grin right off his face. That, or kiss it off.
    No! Damn it. The guy is an asshole. I’m done with assholes!
    But I still couldn’t help the small flame of desire that leapt in my belly every time I thought about him—about his pale grey eyes and that ever-present smile.
    By the second of our weekly meetings, it became apparent that I wasn’t the only one attracted.
    I had already changed out of my scrubs for the day, as I’d gotten pretty gross during the shift. My skirt and t-shirt weren’t overly revealing, but I couldn’t deny that they clung to my body in all the right places, revealing the natural voluptuousness of my chest. More than once I caught Makarov looking at my breasts as we discussed ways to improve patient care. At one point, I saw him lick his lips as he stared at my mouth. I had to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together to try and stem the desire burning between them.
    “We could continue discussing this over drinks,” he suggested, trying to focus his gaze on my eyes, instead of my body. And failing miserably.
    “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” I replied. “Plus, I have a shift tomorrow and a fresh stack of files to sort through for next week.”
    Makarov looked slightly disappointed for a second, but that expression was soon replaced with the same cocky grin.
    “Very well, Dr. Carter. Until next week.”
    “Until next week,” I replied as I stood. To my surprise, he placed a gentle hand on my lower back as he walked me to the door of his office. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining it, or if his hand was sliding lower on my back with each step, until his thumb was brushing against the top edge of my skirt.
    Despite my reservations, I could feel myself growing wet. I hurried away quickly, without any more of a goodbye. But the trail of heat down my back lingered on, even after I was home alone.
    “He’s a scheming asshole,” I said out loud. “Just like Scott.”
    The last thing I needed was another man to use and abuse me. I would not be manipulated again—no matter how much my body was craving his…manipulations.

Chapter 7
    A few days later , Dr. Grimes called me into her office again.
    “Listen, Michelle,” she began. “I wanted to talk to you in a slightly… less official capacity.”
    “Okay…” I replied, completely confused. Was I in trouble for something? “What is this about, Dr. Grimes? Did I do something wrong with that research project for Mr. Makarov?”
    “No,” she assured with a smile. “Not at all! I just wanted to give you