go of the intercom button, Shelly sat back in her chair with her legs crossed and her eyes on the door, waiting for him to enter.
She knew she had the advantage, and she planned to use it. Feeling her heart start to hammer inside her chest, she waited in dead silence, straining to hear the moment he was close. Then, there was a soft but firm rap against the wood. Choosing to stay silent, she watched as the handle turned, the door opened, and then—Holy hell, there he is.
The man was the very definition of sex. His hair looked as though he’d run his hands through it, and several long brown strands had escaped, falling forward into his face. He was dressed in jeans today—worn torn jeans that were faded and well-loved by the look of the washed denim. Up top, he was wearing a long-sleeved navy flannel shirt that was unbuttoned and hanging open over a white tee that molded over every delicious muscle of his chest. On his feet were workman boots, and for some reason, this hard-working handyman look was really pushing all of Shelly’s buttons in exactly the right way.
He stepped into the office and shut the door behind him, waiting silently for some sort of cue from her.
Finally, when she’d looked him over thoroughly, she stated, “You’re late.”
She watched as he brought his arm up and looked at his watch, and then he dropped it back down by his side and sauntered into the room.
“Not by my watch.” He moved around the chair that sat facing her, leaning across the desk. “Want to check, Doctor?”
She reached out and grabbed his thick wrist, tugging him further over the desk. He placed his other hand flat down on top of the glossy surface to brace himself as she looked at his watch. It did in fact show 2 p.m. Raising her eyes to his, she saw him quirk up an eyebrow.
“What was my punishment going to be?” He paused as she sat back in her chair.
He straightened and took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.
Shelly looked at him, sitting across from her, with his legs spread and his hands resting on his jean-clad thighs.
“I was going to send you away,” she said bluntly.
He seemed to think that over, and then nodded once. “Sure, you were.”
Shelly cocked her head to the side, and then stood. She watched his eyes track her as she rounded the desk and came to stand in front of it. Leaning back, she rested her butt up against the edge, looking down at him.
“You don’t think I would’ve?” she questioned, letting her eyes fall down to those spread legs and the expanding bulge in between. “My time is very valuable, especially around here.”
He tilted his head to the side, those deep brown eyes sliding down her scrubs before they came back up to rest on her face.
“Oh, I believe it. You’re a doctor, and this is a hospital. Of course, you’re valuable. Makes me wonder though if you brought me down here to tease or to deliver?”
Shelly had to hold back a smile at his direct question.
So, he thinks I’m a tease, does he? Well, he’s in for a rude awakening then.
Keeping her eyes on him, she leaned over to the side, pressing a hot pink–manicured nail to the intercom button.
“Yes, Dr. Monroe?”
Smiling the sexiest smile she had in her arsenal, Shelly let her eyes fall to his crotch.
“Why don’t you go and have lunch now?” she said to Amy.
Shelly saw his thighs bunch and raised her eyes to meet his hot ones.
“Are you sure?” Amy asked.
Without taking her gaze from his, Shelly pushed the button again and answered, “Yes. It’s slow, and I won’t be going back up to the units until around three.”
There was silence as they sat in her office, the air crackling with tension, and then the intercom buzzed.
“Okay, I’ll be back by three.”
Standing up and away from the desk, Shelly answered, “Very good.”
Then, she stepped forward until she was beside Josh’s chair. “Don’t you move a muscle.”
***
Josh sat glued to the seat.
He couldn’t have moved if the building was on fire, and he had a feeling in about two minutes it very well could go up in flames. He knew one thing for certain. He was on fire, and the reason for that was currently walking to her office door to—click—lock it.
Taking a deep breath, Josh closed his eyes and tried counting backwards from thirty to