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I’m
interested.”
    “How
did I end up naked the morning after the party?” I blurt out, ashamed that I
can’t remember. His eyes twinkle mischievously.
    “You
woke up naked?” he asks, a half-grin spreading on his handsome face.
    “Yeah,
but I remember you making me put the t-shirt on.”
    “You
were still in the t-shirt when I left that morning. I told you, no hanky
panky.”
    “I’m
surprised that you didn’t try anything.”
    “Oh,
trust me, sugar, having your tight, naked ass cradled against my dick was damn
alluring.” He steps closer to me and tips my chin up with his fingers. “But I
wouldn’t take advantage of you when you don’t have your wits about you. When I
take you, you’ll know exactly what we’re doing, what you’re feeling, and I
won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.”
    Holy
fucking hell.
    He
brushes his lips over mine once, then twice, before cupping my face firmly in
his big hands and sinking into me, kissing me soundly. God, it’s just as good
as I remember, if not better, and I didn’t think that was possible.
    If
I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked; I’m panting, and I just want to climb
him. He pulls back and gently brushes loose hairs off my face.
    “You’re
so sweet, baby.”
    Shit.
    I
step out of his embrace and rub my hands down my face, trying to clear my head.
    “Will,
I’m only going to tell you this once. Please, don’t ever call me baby. Ever.”
My voice is controlled, firm. He scowls at me.
    “Why?”
    “I
don’t like it.”
    “Why?”
he asks again.
    “My
deadbeat father used to call me that, during the few times I saw him, and it
gives me the yucks. Just don’t, okay?”
    “Okay.
Never again.” He shrugs and smiles at me. “Sorry.”
    I
shake my head and start to retreat back to the elevator. “I have to get back.”
    “I’ll
call you,” he promises, but I just shake my head again and smirk.
    “Sure
you will,” I respond sarcastically, wave, and disappear into the elevator.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter
Four
     
    “Meg,
these just came for you.”
    I’m
sitting at my computer, responding to email and drinking a Starbucks, settling
in before I have to take report from the night shift nurse and dig into work.
Jill hands me a huge bouquet of flowers, pink roses with calla lilies. I bury
my nose in them and breathe them in.
    I
know who they’re from, but pull the card off the plastic holder and grin at the
note.
    You
forgot to give me your number. Mine is 206-555-3598. Use it, please.
    So,
he’s a little bossy.
    “You
gonna call him?” Jill asks from behind me, clearly reading over my shoulder and
I laugh.
    “I’ll
text him for now.”
    “Hell,
I’d do a lot more than text him. Have you seen him?”
    I
roll my eyes at her and tuck the card in my scrub pocket. “I was here
yesterday, remember?”
    “The
kids are still talking about it. They were really nice.” Jill grabs a chart and
begins making notes.
    “Yeah,
they were.” I murmur and pull my phone out of my pocket. I add Will’s number to
my contact list, but instead of adding his name, I label it Football Star .
I smirk and open a fresh text screen.
    Thank
you for the beautiful flowers.
    I
hit send and finish my email and coffee, and begin taking report from my
co-worker.
    About
an hour later, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.
    You’re
welcome. Dinner tonight?
    He
doesn’t waste any time, does he? Tonight is my only evening off through the
weekend. Starting tomorrow I’m working swing shifts until Monday, and let’s be
honest, I want to see him.
    Sure.
I’m off work at six.
    “Good
for you, girl.” I whirl at Jill’s voice and glare at her.
    “Do
you always read over my shoulder?” I demand.
    “No,
but now that I know there’s going to be juicy stuff to read, I will be.” She
winks and sashays past me into a patient’s room.
    I’ll
pick you up at seven.
     
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*
     
    “You
look fantastic,” Will smiles when I open my