Page 58 of All I Need

Me: BTW I’m pretty sure that’s not an okay emoji but rather it’s like nipple pinching or something.

Courtney: ** Did we just become best friends gif from Stepbrothers movie**

Me: YUP!

Courtney: Monday night. Brett will be our DD but we’re ditching Brett and we’re going out for margaritas and alllll the chips and salsa.

Me: PERFECT! See you then.

Courtney: Eeeeep! So. Excited. **series of big smile emojis**

I get out of my car with a bright smile on my face. What a glorious morning. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and there’s a faint scent of recently cut grass in the air. With a skip in my step, I let myself in through the backdoor of the clinic.

I stop to say hello to a couple of the vacationers before stopping in the break room to place my purse in one of the little cubbies that sits in the far corner.

I top off my coffee from a pot that smells freshly brewed. I’m not but two steps out of the break room when I almost collide with Walker. He keeps walking toward me so I’m forced back into the room and I have to grip his side with my free hand to stop from falling backward.

“Morning.” I can smell the mint from his toothpaste and the musky scent of his body wash. The combination makes my head spin and I lean my head back so I can get a better look at him.

“Morning,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

“How was your evening?”

How was my evening, he asks. Should I tell him I spent most of it with my hand between my legs as I dreamt it was him? Considering he’s my new boss, I would say not.

“Good. Yours?”

“I had pleasant dreams last night,” he says, a wicked gleam in his eye that makes me catch my breath.

Oh. My.

I want to tell him the same but I don’t dare. I’m not that brave.

I gulp. “Oh yeah?”

“Mm hmm. Wanna know what they were about?” he asks, still advancing until my back hits the row of cubbies against the wall.

“I’m not sure I do,” I admit. The innuendo is there and it’s enough to make my body spark to life. If he admits out loud that my guess is right, or that he was doing the same thing I was last night, I won’t be able to be held accountable for my actions.

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right. When you’re ready, though, I might give you a detailed description.”

Holy hell. Yes. Yes, please. Mm hmm. Yup. I’m totally on board that train.

I take an unsteady breath and my lips form a small O when I blow it out. His eyes drift to my mouth. It feels like a caress, having his eyes on me, eating up every inch of my skin.

“Leave the poor girl alone, Walker Paul McKinstry,” Linda’s authoritative, but teasing, voice booms through the small space. I startle, my back going straight as I clutch my coffee to my chest.

“She full named you,” I joke with him. “Seems as though your middle name wasn’t such a mystery after all.”

Walker only chuckles, stepping back and turning to face Linda.

“You’re a fun hater, Linda. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Pssh. You’re just upset that I caught you trying to get all up in Ellie’s business.”

He widens his eyes and a giggle bursts out of me and I pat Walker’s chest. “Should I discuss this with HR? You trying to get up in my business?”

His pinky finger grazes against mine. That simple touch is almost too much for me to handle.

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