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table. He took it and showed me the caller ID. Marlon. He then rejected the call. “I brought you here. I can supply the uniform.”
Doctors weren’t starving in my country. I sat down in my bra and panties. “I never thought of fancy clothes like that.”
He dealt again his heated gaze trailing over my skin. Somehow, with Quentin, I wasn’t perfect, and I didn’t care.
“It’s fine,” he said as I took my cards. “I take care of what’s mine.”
Heat coursed through me from those words. Marlon had never once said anything like that, but then I don’t think I have ever been in this situation. The corners of my mouth lifted. “Mine?”
He let out a warm growl. “That ass of yours has been on my mind since I touched it.”
I laughed and shuffled my hand. “You’re a butt guy?”
“At first it was your breasts.” He put his hand down and stared at my chest with no abandon. “But I am a fan of exquisite beauty, and your ass would be up for that award.”
I wasn’t some model, but with my wanker who made my body ache, I was complete.
I took a card. “Keep talking like that, and you can have whatever you want.”
He took another card and winked. “Well, your chest is also large and squishable, and your nipples, when they are hard, literally take my breath away.”
I had no hand, but I knocked. “Good, this is more the speed we agreed on for the week.”
He took another card, but his face pinched. “Sorry my friends are heavy.”
“They’re not wrong,” I said while he arranged his hand to show me. “I don’t know anything about medicine, but I worked in a bottle company factory where my boss said I lost his million-dollar client. I never met the client, and my work had no mistakes, so I quit. When I get home, I’ll go on some interviews, and while I don’t get the reward of saving people, I understand stress.”
“Maybe Bridget was on to something. You could work for my father,” he said and then showed his hand.
No. He wasn’t interested in forever with me.
And I wasn’t ready.
I put my cards on the table. Two pairs.
“I’m secure in my job.” His hand beat the mishmash of nothing in mine. Still, I held my cards and drew this moment out for a minute longer. “Even I know that doctors and nurses are not God. You can’t know everything, especially when you’re close to the patient’s family.”
He nodded. “Cecilia’s sister Desiree sued me. She blamed me and proved to me how I missed what should have been obvious. I can’t help anyone if I can’t make the logical connections.”
Blame wasn’t good for a relationship. Or I’d imagine that was true. Marlon and I only talked occasionally, and I never wanted love. “Well, you’re not healing me unless you think orgasms are a cure.”
I turned over my hand, and he laughed and motioned for my bra. “Kara, until I met you, I didn’t know my wanker worked so hard still. I thought I was only eighteen once.”
I stood and removed my panty hose. He snapped like he was disappointed, but nowhere in the rules had we said winner gets to choose the article. And he was still fully clothed. I’d have to strip him the old-fashioned way. “Well lucky me then. When I was eighteen, I was still a virgin and not that into men yet.”
He dealt again, and I took my cards like I was winning this round.
“I’m happy you’re in my life now,” he said, eyeing his cards, “as your naked canvass invigorates my cock.”
“I’m glad to give you a workout then.”
He opened his legs, and I could see he was hard for me. He didn’t bother with his cards either. “We’ll find you a dress tomorrow.”
Oh, we weren’t finishing this game so fast. I wanted to stretch out this evening.
I checked my cards. “Tomorrow?”
“I don’t want to go out anymore,” he said, glancing at his cards.
I took one and pretended to put things in order. “What do you want?”
He glanced at my breasts. “Once we finish this game—”
His phone rang this time. He picked it up and stared at it. “It’s Simon.”
“Let it go to voicemail,” I said.
I wasn’t ready to go out now. Quentin didn’t need to be lectured again whether his friends were right or not.
He twisted the phone as it rang. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
He turned it off, studied his hand, and drew another card. “I’m going to