Page 59 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I rounded the end of the gurney and approached Rue, guiding her out of the ER.
I released her arm as we walked away, putting some distance between us and Darryn so he couldn’t overhear. That would be the kind of nightmare I couldn’t get back in the bottle.
I directed Rue to a more private area down the hall. “Darryn is paparazzi. Anything you say will be used against us.”
“Like I care,” she snapped.
“I’m serious.”
“He looks harmless.”
I was sure he had clocked her name on her badge. I didn’t want to scare her with that bit of knowledge, but it would be easy for him to dig around and maybe even link her to Carrie.
“What happened to him?” she asked.
“He took some photos of a client. Then he tried to break into Enthrall to snap some more. I’m here for damage control.” I glanced over my shoulder to make sure he hadn’t followed us.
Rue rested her hands on her hips. “Did he trip coming out of the elevator?”
“Looks like it.”
“I’m surprised he’s not suing you.”
I suppressed my frustration. “That’s why I’m here—to prevent any chance of that happening.”
“Everyone who comes into contact with you ends up in a mess.”
“That’s not fair,” I said.
She poked my chest with her finger. “Mind telling me why I have a lifetime ban from Chrysalis?” Her fingernail was sharp.
It hurt but it was the kind of discomfort that ensured our connection. Her touch caused a frisson throughout my body.
Two magnetically drawn people caught in a stand-off in the hallway.
The world fell away.
Half of me wanted to grab hold of her throat and dominate the impertinence out of her.
The other half knew better.
The sounds around us became distracting, buzzers and phones and loud conversations.
“You never thought to warn me you’d be here?” she said.
“I had no idea,” I shot back. “You told me you were leaving the ICU. You didn’t mention where you were transferring to.”
“I think I did.”
“No, I would have remembered.”
Because I remembered everything about her in fine detail. And may have replayed a scene or two just for my mental viewing pleasure; memories of her between my legs back in Malibu were a particular highlight.
Rue’s freckles were still kissable. Her red locks made her blue eyes vibrant. She was cute in scrubs, too. I had this urge to lean in and plant a kiss on her cheek.
Which was insanity.
She was just so damn pretty.
