Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,37
It made me wonder how much of the complaining he usually did was actually real.
I cleared my throat. “Just your meds now and we’re done here,” I said, looking at him again.
His scowl had gone, but his eyes were still dark and stormy. “I don’t need ’em tonight,” he said, his voice a deep rumble in the quiet room.
“Well, you might not think you need them, but you do. It’s not just for the pain, it’s for the healing, Beast, and you want to get better, don’t you?”
“That’s a stupid fucking question,” he snapped, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“There’s the Beast we all know and love.” I smirked and almost fell over when he smirked back. He dropped it just as quickly as it came, though. We stared at one another in silence for a moment, something passing between us that I couldn’t explain. He seemed different—or maybe it was me. I hated being in that room, but there was also something comfortable and familiar about being in there too.
“You going out?” he asked, nodding toward my outfit.
I’d chosen four-inch heels to wear, which I would never normally do because I felt more comfortable in sneakers, but with the shorts, they made my legs look long and graceful and my ass look pert. I was lucky enough that I had great skin so didn’t need much makeup, but I’d still gone for smoky eyes and a little lip gloss, and my hair was thick and curled around my shoulders. I felt good, and I knew that I looked good too.
I certainly looked better than when I was in the awful, too-big nurse’s outfit.
“That’s a stupid fucking question,” I retorted playfully, raising an eyebrow at him.
His smile grew, and if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that he actually wanted to laugh. Could it be that the man with the heart of stone was cracking? And all it took was a little leg and some heels?
I got his meds from the table and poured a glass of water from the jug. His eyes were on my every move as I walked around the room fetching things, and I hated that I’d turned into that girl, but I couldn’t the extra swing of my hips I gave as I walked.
“Open up,” I ordered, holding the pills in one hand and the water in the other.
He swallowed, his face growing thoughtful. “Who’s the lucky guy? Or girl. No judgment from me.”
I shook my head, my grin still I place as I tried to keep things light between us. I was so close to getting out of there.
“I’m serious, Belle.”
I put down the water and sighed. So much for getting through this quickly. The one and only time he was in a chatty mood and I didn’t have the time for him. I almost felt guilty, but then I remembered it was my day off and I was there because he’d forced me to be.
“It’s a guy,” I replied, putting one hand to my hip.
His eyes watched my every move, taking in every little thing I did.
“Shame,” he tutted. “Could have really got behind seeing you with a girl.”
“What is it with guys wanting to watch girls hook up?” I chuckled with a shake of my head.
“It’s hot,” he replied bluntly, his eyes cold. “All that ass and tits. All that soft pussy being licked and sucked.”
My smile fell and I felt my cheeks heat at his crude words.
“Okay, we’re done here,” I said, all joking gone now.
“Nothing like seeing a woman with her tongue sliding up another woman’s wet pussy, spreading her wide open to be sucked and fucked.”
I swallowed, lost for words. I knew he was trying to bait me into something, but I couldn’t find my tongue to talk my way out of it. Any other man would love to see a woman dressed up and looking sexy. They would have just enjoyed the show for a few minutes. But not Beast. Beast seemed almost enraged at the fact I was wearing something other than my uniform.
“You’re such an asshole, Beast,” I said with a shake of my head. The words barely made it past my lips in fear of what his retribution might be, but they were out and he only smiled at them like I’d walked into exactly the trap he wanted.
“You know the only thing better than watching a hot woman fuck another hot woman?” he said, watching me carefully, his stormy eyes