Page 47 of Seduction
My face felt warm. “I know, it’s stupid.” I’d never told anyone that before.
“No, it’s not stupid. It’s actually sexy—like you.”
Remember to breathe, Pen,I repeated, staring into his fiery eyes.
To cool off, I plopped a few more truffle fries into my mouth. The flavor was divine.
“What about you? Although you’ll never let me scrub in with you, I heard your techniques and efficiency in the OR are sheer perfection.”
I expected him to smile smugly, but he didn’t. Instead, Jake frowned. “I’ll let you scrub in with me. But you’re our finest resident. That’s why Nordoff, Hyung, and Nassim are quick to sign off on your solos. They say that you don’t fuck up.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been working with those guys for seven years. They’ve taught me everything they know. You’re new. It’s time I learned from you.”
He winked. “Point taken, Dr. Ross, and I’ll see you in the OR on your next shift.”
“I have a question for you,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows, showing me an open expression.
“Why are you so indulgent in bed?”
He jerked his head back. “Indulgent?”
“It’s like you’re feeling sex between us down to your soul. I feel as if when you’re making love to me, you’re really in love with me.” It was so my style to say something like that to a man with no regret.
He grunted thoughtfully. “I can easily fall in love with you. That’s if you’ll let me. But I…” Once again, he looked off with a frown. “I have a friend who has suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of men. It’s because of her experiences that I want to do more than fuck a woman.” He looked at me again. His expression beamed, then he cleared his throat and swallowed. “I was experiencing your body with your soul, and it was…” He sniffed, smirked, then bunched his fingers together and kissed the tips.
I could feel my smile stretching from one side of my face to the other.
“Likewise” came dripping out of my mouth like silky sweet honey.Holy shit, I’m flirting.That was new.
* * *
As two surgeons would,we ended up talking shop. He shared some of his methods with me and told me about his time as a resident in Australia. At one point, I felt as if I should grab a pen and paper and take some notes. He was smart, and I also noted that he fused principles of chemistry with biology. I liked Jake Sparrow. I could definitely let myself fall in love with him.
He was explaining the Winslow technique of separating the dura mater from the brain and draining excess fluid when he abruptly shook his finger.
“Tomorrow night,” he said.
I threw my hands up excitedly. “I’m in. I’m all for learning the Winslow technique tomorrow night. Late surgery, though, right?”
He smirked. “Such an eager surgeon. You’re in the right field, Dr. Ross.” He leaned toward me. “But that’s not it. Tomorrow night, we’re going to fuck your mistress.”
I furrowed my brow. “My…” Then I slapped myself on the forehead and said, “Oh.”
He chuckled as his cellphone beeped, and I was familiar with the sound. He frowned as he read a message. “Shit, I have to go to the hospital.”
“Oh,” I said, intrigued by the possibility of scrubbing in with him as soon as in a few hours.”
He winked at me as he stood. “No, beautiful, you stay here. You’re catching the flu, remember? You’re also going to need another day off.”
I sank in my seat as if all the air had been drained out of me. Listening to him go on about his experience and techniques made me eager to see him in action.
“By the way,” he said.
I straightened my face, erasing the frown. “What?” I sounded hopeful.
“Let’s do something more like fucking before I go.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. Then I made firm eye contact with him. “Yes. Let’s.”
