Page 12 of Full Service

“Good plan.”

He doesn’t ask me any follow-up questions, which is fine. He probably wants me to leave, but I’m not a quitter. And I’m nothing if not determined.

“So, what do you do for fun?” I ask, taking another sip of my coffee. Damn, Austin did real good with this one. He’s a wizard, I swear.

“Hang out with my fish,” he says dryly, and I let out a laugh.

“Yeah, but besides the fish, man. What do you do?”

“Why do you need to know?”

I shrug. “Just curious.”

“Is this some kind of biological research you’re doing?” he asks, his lip curling up in a sly grin.

“Oh yeah, totally. This has been approved by the division.”

“I’m sure it has,” he says, smoothing his blue tie down with his hand. I want to curl my fingers around it and pull him close. Want to grind against his lap and watch as his lips part in desperate pants.

I shift on the blanket and force myself to behave. I can be professional. Mostly. Sometimes.

Never mind. I can’t. Not really.

I totally lied to him the other day in his office.

“I don’t have many hobbies, I guess. I work a lot.”

“I can tell you do, but you have friends, right? I mean, you went to the club with them.”

He glances away and runs a hand over his jaw. “Yeah, I do have friends. I see them occasionally. And probably won’t again for a while, since they seem to get me into trouble.”

“They sure do, and wasn’t it fun?”

His gaze flicks back to me and he frowns. “We said we’d keep this professional and not mention that night.”

I make a cross over my heart and hold my hand up. “I swear, that was just a slip-up. I won’t say another word about it.”

I am such a fucking liar.

He crosses his legs, his ankles hooking together. He has nice shoes, I think when I glance at the shiny leather loafers he’s wearing. I bet those cost a fortune. I glance down at my worn sneakers and make a mental note to get some new kicks soon. Need to impress him in some small way.

“Wanna know what I do for fun?”

“Not particularly.”

Those lips twitch again, and I bite back a laugh. This guy.

“Oh, I know you’re dying to know. So besides dancing, I love to read. Austin from the coffee shop on campus loans me these romance novels that are super steamy.”

“I prefer non-fiction to romance.”

“Yeah, but like, have you ever read a romance novel before?”

Dr. Sinclair shrugs. “No. I have no interest.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna find a book for you to read and you have to try it.”

“Only if you read a historical biography of my choice.”

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