Page 9 of Wild For You

Looking at him, I can imagine why.

His deep laughter travels through my abdomen, leaving a tight sensation behind.

“I’m glad we’ve established that,” I say a bit too breathily. “We’ll be starting tomorrow. Eight a.m. sharp. Make sure to wear something comfortable. I’m fair but hard, and have no doubt that I’ll get you back to your old self in an appropriate amount of time.”

His brows shoot up, and his eyes twinkle with amusement. “I can’t wait to find out what your hands are capable of.”

I don’t know why his words make me blush. Maybe it’s the glint in his eyes or the leery look—whatever it is, I feel unhinged in a strange way, as though someone very sexy has just whispered into my ear all the things he’d like to do to me tonight.

“You know what, make it seven a.m.,” I mumble and get out without so much as a glance over my shoulder.

But I can hear him mumble something like, “I’m usually up at six.”

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Once I’m backin my room, I make sure to lock the door and drop onto my bed, burying my head in the lavender-scented pillows.

What have I gotten myself into?

Cash Boyd is easily the hottest guy I’ve ever met.

He’s tall with a body chiseled in pure perfection. His green eyes are devoid of emotion but shimmer with intelligence, as though everything he says and does is part of a carefully planned agenda.

His huge home and upscale furnishing scream money. I’m not naïve enough to think he’s just a stupid bull rider with no brains and no aspirations. But I’m also not foolish enough to want to know more about him or his personal life.

Instead of Googling him, I pull out his medical file to have another peek at it as I prepare my therapy plan and munch on the spare chocolate bar I always carry in my handbag.

I refuse to let his pure, raw sexiness stop me from doing my job.

I refuse to become weak.

The sooner I’ve gotten him to the point where he can walk without those crutches, the sooner I can leave and forget him.

That’s the plan, and I never deviate from my plans.

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