Page 37 of Healing Fate
I did however reach down and enjoy the feel of the curve of her ass in my hands. She fit to me perfectly. I lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around my waist bringing us intimately close.
Our lips never parted as I carried her into the house and sat down on the couch so she was straddling me.
I didn’t even try to take things to the next level, just enjoyed making out with my girl all morning until we were both starving and had to break for lunch.
Lucy kept looking at me and blushing as she cooked hamburgers for us to eat. I would never turn down good food, or just sitting back and watching my mate as she moved around the kitchen, though I was quite certain I would happily starve to death just feasting on her for the rest of my life.
My head was swimming with passion and my heart light. My wolf was even unusually quiet where I had expected him to be aggressively pushing for me to mark her.
For just a moment, I let myself believe this was my life.
With the burgers ready, she finally sat down across from me and pulled her knees up to her chest. I was good at reading people, and I knew it was an external sign that she was trying to protect herself, yet she kept looking up at me and grinning.
“Are you sure you’re really up for working with me every single day?” I teased but also wondering how in the hell I was going to keep my hands off of her now that I’d had a taste of her sweet lips.
“I don’t know if it would be a good idea, but I do really need a job.”
“Can you start tomorrow?” I surprised us both by asking. “I would have given you the grand tour and walked through everything today, but I think I had better uses of my day off this morning.”
She blushed again, but still couldn’t hide the grin.
“We’re going to need some ground rules,” she insisted. “Like no messing around in the office.”
“I can’t promise that. How about no messing around in the office in front of patients?”
“I think you already broke that one, boss.”
I gave her a funny look and then burst out laughing. I certainly hadn’t expected her to make light of the situation so quickly.
“Fair enough, but I’ll try.”
“What are my hours and what’s the pay? If we’re being serious about this, these are important questions.”
“Fine. What time does Vada get dropped off and picked up?”
She rolled her eyes. “You can’t make my schedule around Vada’s. This is business.”
“To hell I can’t. I can set whatever hours I like. It’s eight to three, right?”
“If you already knew the answer, why are you asking?”
“Just making sure I had that right.”
“Eight to three.”
“Okay, so the clinic opens at nine on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. In general I close at five, but as you already know, that rarely happens. Still, if we can do eight-thirty to five, taking lunch from twelve to one and then a thirty minute Vada break around three, we’re good.”
I could see her mentally counting up the hours in her head.
“That’s only seven hours four days a week, only part time.”
“I’m paying $35 an hour.”
She considered that. “Okay, but are you sure? That’s way overpriced for a receptionist.”
“With medical experience,” I added, careful not to say medically trained. “Plus, there will be additional things I could use assistance with and the days off aren’t a guarantee.”
“For the most part, that’s okay with me. I will need time to find a sitter for Vada in the evenings.”
