come just from rubbing
his cock against her, and the memory of the sounds he
made. The growls had been sexy.
“Mental brain wash,” she sighed.
She threw her head back and washed her hair,
shaved her legs, and then stepped out of the shower. She
heard a distinctive sound. Her pants were buzzing inside
her bedroom where she’d dumped them when she’d
disrobed. Trisha wrapped a towel around her middle to
dash from the bathroom. She bent down, fought with her
slacks, and yanked the black cell phone out.
“Dr. Norbit here.”
“Trisha, it’s Paul. We have a situation. Can you come
back?”
“I’m on my way.” She hung up and ran for the bed.
She dropped the cell phone on it and spun. She took a
step toward her closet before slamming right into a wide,
solid body.
Trisha gasped. Two large hands gripped her bare
shoulders as her head jerked up. She gaped at Slade’s
amused expression. Her body was pressed against his,
he held her firmly by her shoulders, and his lips curved
into a smile.
“You weren’t answering your phone. They need you
down at medical.”
“You are inside my house,” she gasped.
“I have pass keys to all the homes. I’m security. You
should answer your phone if you don’t want someone to
check on you. Your nurse has been calling for five
minutes and finally called us.”
“I was taking a shower!”
His focus lowered. “I see. You look good in pink,
Doc. You’d look better though if that towel were on the
floor at your feet.” His body shivered a little against hers
as his attention drifted to her shoulders. “It’s tempting to
lick off all those drops of water.”
Her heart hammered from surprise and probably a
little excitement at the concept of him doing just that. The
look on his face made her swallow hard. He suddenly
released her though and backed away.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the living room. Get a
move on, Doc. Someone is hurt and we need to get you
back to medical right away.”
Trisha watched the tall New Species leave her
bedroom, pulling the door closed behind him. It took her
long seconds to pull herself together from the shock of
finding Slade inside her bedroom and from him touching
her. He’d let himself into her house and he’d seen her
almost nude. She looked down at the small towel that
barely covered the tops of her breasts and fell to mid-
thigh. She forced her legs to move to the closet to pull on
clothes quickly.
He waited for her by the front door. Trisha’s hair
dripped water but she didn’t care. She didn’t have time
to dry it. She walked outside and turned as the large man
closed the door, watching her.
“Up for a jog, Doc?”
Trisha nodded as she headed down her porch steps.
She turned toward the medical center, preparing to run
but instead gasped suddenly when Slade swept her up
into his arms. He had the audacity to flash his sharp teeth
as he gave her a big grin and winked.
“Hold onto me, Doc.”
He started jogging down the street. Shocked, Trisha
threw her arms around his neck to hang on. She couldn’t
believe he carried her as if she couldn’t reach the clinic
on her own steam.
“Put me down.”
“Almost there, Doc. Shut up and enjoy the ride.” He
wasn’t even out of breath when they reached the
building. He slowed to a stop and carefully eased her
onto her feet next to the door. He winked at her again
before turning away. “I’ll see you when you’re done,” he
called over his shoulder.
Trisha still reeled from the shock of his actions when
she walked inside. There was a waiting room area that
had been separated by a long counter. She saw Paul
leaning over someone lying on a bed in the open area.
Trisha shoved away thoughts of Slade and what had just
happened. She moved quickly.
“What do we have?”
Paul turned. “Severe laceration. He’s going to need
stitches, Trisha.”
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