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But I can’t help the last word. I toss it over my shoulder with a smirk.
“Oh, and by the way, about the other night when I walked in on you… I’ve seen plenty of willies in my time. Yours isn’t that special so there’s no need to be embarrassed.”Lies. Even beneath the towel, I’m already certain this man has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Like I’m fairly certain he would break me with that thing.
“Not special?” he calls after me. “Liar…”
I stop at the door, glance back just enough to catch the smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Then I guess you better prove me wrong, aye?” The retort is out before I have the sense to keep the words tucked behind my teeth.
Then I slam the door shut before I can see the look on his face or feel my own cheeks explode into flames.
God feckin’ help me, what is wrong with my mouth? This man is going to be the end of me.
CHAPTER 13
A TRAGEDY
Alessandro
Day three with the little wildling and somehow, I’ve managed to survive her healthy meals, strict wound care schedule and those tight-ass scrubs she wears that cling to every sharp curve of that dangerous tiny body.
I glance up at her from over the rim of my afternoon espresso and catch a glimpse of the leprechaun lanyard hung around her neck which clasps a hospital ID badge. She hadn’t mentioned anything about going in today, but then again, I guess she doesn’t owe me a detailed report of her daily activities. Even if she hasn’t left my side once since she started working for me.
So I can’t keep the question from popping out. “Are you going into the hospital today?”
“Aye, I have to meet with the lass from HR at six to complete some paperwork.” She bats auburn lashes. “Why, are you going to miss me?”
“Right, like I miss your gentle dressing changes.”
A wicked grin curls her lips, and again I find myself imagining what those pouty lips would feel like wrapped around my cock. A surge of heat rushes to my dick at the mere thought and just like that I’m hardening.
I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking thrilled.
Luckily, my naughty nurse can’t see my tented sweatpants under the table.
Maybe I can put my dick to the test at Serena and Antonio’s engagement party tonight. There has to be at least one willing single girl there. The errant thought surprises me for a few reasons. One, I hadn’t even considered being with a woman in forever, not since the fiasco on Thanksgiving and two, there’s an odd sense of wrongness about even thinking about it.
My gaze flickers to meet the lively emerald one across from me.
It can’t be because of her, right?
She’s my nurse. And as much as I hate to admit it, she’s a damned good one, and I shouldnotbe thinking about her in any other capacity. Despite what that sharp tongue does to my cock.
Clearing my throat, I drop my gaze to her fingers, which are toying with the lanyard. “Is that leprechaun giving me the finger?” I barely suppress a laugh.
“That’s not just any leprechaun. His name is McFecker.”
“You named that thing?”
“Of course. He’s my emotional support leprechaun.”
“Wait a second, I thought I was McFecker.” Fuck, was that a hint of annoyance in my tone?
“Oh, you are the new McFecker. He’s the original.” She shoots me another grin, and I can’t help a smile from melting across my face in return. It seems to be happening a lot lately.
Not wanting to dwell too much on what that might mean, I opt for a change of subject. Despite spending the past seventy-two-plus-hours glued to my side, I’ve learned little about mynew roommate. Whenever I’ve asked about her past, she finds a way to avoid the topic, shooting off some snarky remark to deflect instead.
“Speaking of origins,” I begin, “Bella and Serena mentioned you just moved here from Ireland a year ago?”
