Page 10 of Dr. Bad Boy

I curse Derrick in my head.

Our client has his back to us, but I don’t need him to turn around to know who he is. That hair, short on the sides and thick on top. Those shoulders…

I don’twanthim to turn around.

But that doesn’t stop him. And when he does, for a split second I have a pulse of relief. It’s not him.

Except it is. He’s got a beard now, and that almost fooled me—but I’d know that gaze anywhere.

“Violet Roberts, this is—”

“Max Donovan,” I breathe.

“Have you two met?” William asks Max.

He’s got a look on his face, tight and vicious, and sharp fear stabs through me. Like he might tell the truth—and that would be a disaster.

“No.” I narrow my eyes and grit my teeth. “I haven’t had the pleasure.”

I set the files—his files, that I haven’t had a chance to go through yet—down on the boardroom table, and the smack of paper against wood is louder than I intended. But William doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care. He just shakes Max’s hand, then exits smoothly.

And now we’re alone.

“Mr.—” I cut myself off. “Dr. Donovan. Nice to meet you.”

Even under the beard, I can see his jaw flex. He motions for me to sit, and reflexively, I do, just like a good little submissive.

“So, you’re my lawyer.”

Maybe. No. Yes.

God, I don’t know how to navigate this. I flip open his file and buy myself a minute. “You recently moved to the Ottawa area,” I say like it’s totally no big deal. “And you’re looking for new representation in province. Am I correct in my understanding?”

“Violet.”

I ignore the stern command in his voice. No. He doesn’t get to pull that here. I flip another page. “You have a medical corporation in British Columbia. You have two choices. You can maintain that entity there, and register a new company here in Ontario, or we can file articles of continuance to transfer the corporation—”

“Stop.”

I stop. My heart is pounding in my chest.

“I understand we need to do this,” he says, softly now. “But first I need you to look at me.”

I look up. My eyes are wide, and I’m sure my face is drained of colour.

He nods. “Good. Do you need to get someone else to take over?”

He’s giving me an out. Like he’s in charge here. Like that’s no big deal. Except it is a big deal. And there is no out. So I shake my head. “I’m fine.”

“Continue.”

And so we go on, working through the to-do list. He’s been working at the hospital on some kind of reciprocal license, but he needs to be fully registered in Ontario, and that’s straight forward. As is the corporation stuff.

All of it is very straight forward except for the fact that I’ve gagged on his cock as he fucked my face.

Don’t think about that night.What a stupid instruction to myself. I’ve thought of little else for three months, and now Max, my Max, is in front of me.

And he’s so far off-limits now, it hurts.

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