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have to deal with those who are really down on their luck.”
“I get that, but she sounded desperate. Lola, you were in here all by yourself. What would’ve happened if she’d done something bad? Or instead of a tiny woman addict, it was a two-meter-tall man?”
She crossed her arms and glanced down, as if she knew I was right but didn’t want to admit it. “What can I do? Normally I wouldn’t be alone here like this, but I offered to stay behind and get the schedule for tomorrow set up. I wasn’t planning on someone slipping in before I had a chance to lock up.”
“That’s not good enough. You need to security, someone who can handle matters like that.”
She laughed. “Security? Patrick, look around – we can’t even afford to pay a full-time secretary. I’d love to have someone here, but it’s just not in the budget.”
No doubt Lola was telling the truth, which was all the more reason why the clinic needed an infusion of some investor capital. The image of a man breaking into the clinic after hours appeared in my mind, and it was enough to get my blood racing and my heart pounding, my hands forming into fists.
“You alright?” Lola asked.
I pushed the brief flash of anger aside, letting my hands open. “Fine. Just eager to get this place some money so you can have proper security.”
A half-smile formed on her lips. “It’s fine. You’re probably imagining some addict breaking in and threatening the staff. But it doesn’t happen like that. Most addicts are like Melanie, broken and desperate. I’ve never needed to use anything other than stern words.”
I’d seen desperate addicts before when they’d reached the end of their rope. And their desperation could lead them to do awful things. I wasn’t about to give her a lecture, however. Lola’s interaction with Melanie had proven she was more than capable of handling herself. It had been striking to see that side of her, that though-as-nails side that revealed she wasn’t only a brilliant doctor, but a woman who could fight her own battles.
“Anyway, we should get going,” she said. “My purse is in one of the exam rooms – it’ll just take me a second to grab it.”
“I’m comin’ with you,” I said without a moment’s hesitation.
“What? No, you don’t need to do that. No one’s here but me.”
“All the same, I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you weren’t alone.”
Another small smile, as if she’d considered it wouldn’t be a huge deal to give me some peace of mind. “Alright. Come on.”
Without waiting a second, she turned and stepped through the doors to the back offices. I followed her, but before catching up, I took a moment to appreciate how damn good she looked in those scrubs – especially her perfect, round ass. The sight was more than enough to make my cock twitch to life in my pants.
We reached one of the exam rooms and she turned. I quickly lifted my eyes off her ass, but the expression on her face suggested she’d caught me in the act.
“Right through here,” she said, her gaze lingering on mine as she entered the exam room.
I followed her, and when I was over the threshold and catching another glimpse of her backside, I knew there was no sense in resisting. I approached Lola, putting my hands on her hips, feeling their ripe, soft roundness through her scrubs. She gasped and spun around, her gorgeous eyes wide, her mouth formed into a perfect “O” of surprise. Her eyes narrowed, the “O” spreading out into an inviting, sensual smile.
She didn’t need to say a word – her body told me everything.
So, what else was there to do but kiss her, and kiss her hard?
Chapter 16
LOLA
The kiss was sudden – intense and aggressive. And it was exactly what I’d wanted.
The moment his lips touched mine, a thought occurred to me.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said.
He offered a playful, challenging grin. “You’re really going to play it coy?”
“No, it’s not that. I want to, it’s just that, well, we’re at the clinic. Someone might come in.”
“Someone like who?”
“I don’t know! One of the doctors. Like Ryan – he comes in after-hours to do scheduling work sometimes.”
Patrick put his hands on his hips and gazed off into the distance with a furrowed brow, as if really giving the matter some serious consideration. Then he spun around and turned the small lock on the door.