I flipped the good doctor the bird.
Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall.
"What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic."
"You can't just barge in here!" the receptionist snapped as we passed the counter.
He glanced at her.
"You can cancel that call to security, we're leaving."
We exited out to the corridor.
"Did Angus tattle on me?" I muttered, trying to pry my arm free.
"No.
Stop wriggling.
All the cars have GPS tracking."
"You're a nut job.
You know that?" He stabbed the elevator button and glared at me.
"I am? What about you? You're all over the place.
My mother.
Corinne.
Goddamned Lucas.
What the f**k are you doing, Eva?" "It's none of your business."
I lifted my chin.
"We broke up, remember?" His jaw tightened.
He stood there in his suit, looking so polished and urbane, while radiating a wild, feverish energy.
The contrast between what I saw when I looked at him and what I felt goaded my hunger.
I loved that I got to have the man inside the suit.
Every delicious, untameable inch of him.
The car arrived and we stepped inside.
Excitement sizzled through me.
He'd come after me.
That made me so hot.
He shoved an elevator key into the control panel and I groaned.
"Is there anything you don't own in New York?" He was on me in an instant, one hand in my hair and the other on my ass, his mouth on mine in a violent kiss.