Page 24 of Too Hot to Sleep
On the other hand, maybe her mood swings made Robbie Boy dizzy.
"Hi," he said, inclining his head.
"Hello."
Brrr. If the city could bottle that chill, the heat wave would be alleviated.
"Georgia," Toni said in a chiding voice, "you didn't tell me your cop was so cute."
"Is he? I hadn't noticed."
Toni gave Georgia a strange look, then handed her his sign-in sheet and scampered away.
"I'm not cute?" he asked, pulling his best hurt expression.
"What are you doing here?"
He swept his arm over the impromptu clinic. "I came to do my civic duty."
She offered a wry smile. "Are you sure your blood isn't too hot after your little birthday celebration?"
Apparently, she hadn't been amused. He grinned sheepishly, holding his hat in both hands. "I'm, uh, sorry about that. My partner gets a little carried away with practical jokes."
She seemed preoccupied with his sign-in form. "Hmm."
"Anyway, I tried to find you, um, afterward, but you'd disappeared."
She glanced up. "Look, Officer, I'm busy here. If you want to give blood, lie down."
He obeyed, thinking it might be his only chance to be close to her and prone at the same time. She put the blood pressure cuff on his arm, her mouth set in a straight line as she listened with her stethoscope.
He laughed. "From your expression, I must be dead."
"No, but your blood pressure is on the high side of normal. Is that typical?"
"No, it's always been perfect." But then again, his body was now trained to come alive at the sound of Georgia's voice. "Probably the excitement of the day. Can I still give?"
She nodded. "But have your blood pressure checked again in a few days just to be safe. Roll up your sleeve, please."
He unbuttoned the cuff of his blue uniform shirt. "We didn't get to have that hot dog. What time do you get off?"Besides every time we talk on the phone.
"Not for a few hours," she said, her expression one of total lack of interest.
The woman would take a scalpel to him if she knew he knew the sounds she made when she climaxed.
"And," she added, "you'll need to eat something as soon as you're finished here."
He didn't push, only because he had the promise of her call again tonight, assuming she hadn't yet figured out she was dialing the wrong number. Besides, the more time they spent together, the more likely she was to recognize his voice. Although, he realized their nightly phone rendezvous were numbered, since her boyfriend would surely call her soon and she'd realize her mistake.
She crossed her killer legs as she made check marks on his form. The woman was infinitely more titillating than that two-bit dancer the guys had hired.
Georgia leaned into him, sharing a whiff of her subtle fragrance, then tied a thick rubber band just above his elbow. She had a European look about her, with flawless skin, sleepy eyes and full lips. Exotic, in an understated way. Not the kind of woman who would stand out in a room, unless a man was extremely observant. Her hair was rolled into a dark tight knot on her crown. He longed to see the silky length falling around her shoulders, like it would be tonight when she called.
Her fingers skimmed across his skin with the touch of a butterfly, and to his amazement, he began to grow hard. He slid his hat across his lap as inconspicuously as possible to cover the telltale evidence, but she saw the movement and frowned.
He averted his gaze and whistled tunelessly until he had himself back under control. The woman was addictive.
She turned over his arm and rather painfully flicked her finger against a network of veins at the bend. "There's a good one," she said, the hint of a smile on her mouth.
