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Rolling my lip over my teeth, I thought it over for all of two seconds. I wasn't about to say no when I could be alone with him. No intrusions. No one bursting through closed doors. Just us two. Oh, the possibilities.
He must've mistaken my silence for something else because he spoke again. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to. I just want to spend time with you without any interruptions."
Twisting my hand, I finally touched my palm to his. "I'd like that."
"Good." We were staring at each other again. It was making me feel all giddy. "I should go," he said.
"You should."
He made a face and grunted something I didn't catch. Pushing to his feet, he rounded the table and planted one hand on the surface in front of me and the other on the back of my chair.
Leaning closer, he asked, "Does eight work for you?" The warmth of his breath touched my lips with every word he spoke.
"Eight's good."
Those dark eyes dropped to my mouth for a long second then he straightened and took a few steps backward. His mouth curved into a slow, sexy smile one last time before he spun around and stalked off.
When I couldn't see him anymore, I pulled my coffee closer. Inside my chest, my heart made a funny little dip.
I have a date with Dr. Sebastian Ryker.
Chapter 16
SEBASTIAN
I was nervous. Hands on my hips, I glanced at the wall-mounted clock in my living room and almost choked on a laugh. I'd been in tough situations before. Getting a woman to breathe by performing an emergency airway puncture in the ER? Yeah, I didn't even bat a lash when I did that. Suturing gaping wounds with blood spilling all over my hands didn't faze me one bit.
Waiting for Mia to arrive? Apparently, that scared me shitless.
If I had to be precise about it, it was the fact that I couldn't wait to sit and talk with her for hours that freaked me out so much. No doubt I would've very much liked to pick up where we left off in my office, but it wasn't the reason I wanted her to come over.
There was this nagging need burning inside of me to find out everything there was to know about this woman. But it had to come from her. I wanted her to want to share her secrets with me, so I could share mine with her.
And freaking hell if that didn't confuse the shit out of me.
Two soft taps against the door sent my heart into overdrive. I checked the clock again; she was fifteen minutes early. Grinning like an idiot, I tried to pace myself as I headed for the door. What I would have liked to do was storm over, yank her inside and lock the door behind us and possibly never let her leave.
But I didn't think that would go over too well.
With my fingers curled around the smooth metal of the handle, I took a few steadying breaths before I opened the door. The instant my eyes landed on her, my jaw fell to the floor. Stunning wasn't even a good enough word to describe the vision in front of me.
Those fiery curls of hers spilled over her shoulder, leaving one side of her creamy neck on display. I was pretty sure the way the color in her eyes popped had something to do with the dress she wore. It was mossy green and hugged her curves in a way that made my fingers twitch with a desperate need to touch. As far as I could tell the only thing keeping the material in place was a little knot tied at her waist. I wanted to reach out, pull on it and then step back to watch the fabric glide off her skin.
Shit!That was the last thing I needed to think about.
"Are you going to invite me in, or are we just going to stare at each other all night?"
"Sorry."
I stepped back, allowing her entry. Her sweet citrus smell assaulted my senses as she slipped past me. Closing the door, I took a few moments to get my shit together before I faced her.
Mia was standing just inside my living room, eyes bouncing around as she took everything in. A sense of déjà vu washed over me as the dream I'd had the other night started running on a loop in my mind.
Visions of me pinning her against my wall and grinding my hips into hers over and over again were taking over. This was a bad idea. I should've taken her to a restaurant or something. Somewhere with people and distractions. Because this—having her here in my space, so close—was too much.
"Are you okay?" Mia's voice reached in and pulled me from my frantic thoughts.
"No," I answered honestly.
