Page 52 of Star Claimed Omega
Had Santi washed her? Undressed her, freakin’ seen her nude?
Her face heated at the thought as the man in question reappeared, with a second male trailing behind.
The newcomer was tall and lean, with a sun-kissed, bronze complexion and a sculpted bone structure.
His dark curly locs lay back in a short knot, and his uniform bore the Signet Medical crest, hugging his frame like he’d been stitched into it.
‘Hola,’ he said with a grin as he entered the room.
Were all the men on this freakin’ executive level so smokin’ hot?
His accent was similar to Santi’s, his eyes a light, bright green as he cast them over her, lighting up with interest. ‘You must be the infamous Soleil who almost gave our XO a heart attack.’
Soleil flushed and glanced at Santi.
He stood in the corner, arms folded across his torso, jaw locked, face unreadable.
The medic didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t care.
‘My name is Rion, chief medic on the ship.’
He flicked out a small scanning device and approached the bed with the confidence of a man whose looks earned him extra leniency. ‘Mind if I check your vitals,bella?’
Soleil blinked. ‘I, uh, sure.’
He leaned in, examining her forehead, her chest, her lungs. His fingers brushed her wrist as he checked her pulse. He smiled again, softer this time.
‘Fast heartbeat, mild fever,’ he said. ‘Though I’m told that’s normal when Alvarro’s looming in the corner.’
‘Rion,’ came Santi’s voice, deep, like a blade dragging across gravel.
The medic held up both hands in mock surrender, not bothering to hide his smirk. ‘Easy, boss. Just trying to check the patient’s vitals.’
Soleil coughed, more from embarrassment than sickness.
Rion clicked his device off and stood back, his face shifting to a solemn expression.
‘You’ve got a lung infection. In the right inferior lobe. It’s nasty, so you’ll need a round of antibiotics and another two to three days of rest.’
He administered a dose of antibiotics via his med scanner. ‘That should do you. No work or stress, and no sleeping under freakin’ cooling vents.’
He winked, then turned toward the door.
‘Maybe next time,’ he added with a grin, ‘I’ll bring soup. Though I suspect you’re in excellent hands.’
Before she could respond, Santi’s arm extended, barring the medic’s path with an almost imperceptible movement.
Rion paused, eyes flicking up to the taller XO’s face.
A spectral arc of energy flashed in the room as Santi growled, scarcely above a whisper, ‘Out.’
Rion’s smile vanished, his face blanched, as he nodded, and left without another word or glance back at Soleil.
The door clicked behind him.
Soleil sat frozen, her pulse still erratic.
Santi stayed where he was, his dark violet eyes fixed on her.
