Page 99 of Screwged for Christmas

“Fitz wanted to work a double. He grumbled about alimony payments.” Holly caught the bartender’s eye quickly. “Can I get a glass of merlot?”

Holly stood no taller than five feet, two inches--a bite-sized morsel of sweetness in my opinion. At work, she wore a turtleneck under her scrubs, even if it was ninety degrees out and the damn thing served as a barrier I’ve thought about peeling back and exposing a queen-like neck I knew hid under all that unnecessary cloth.

She wore expensive running shoes, which as far as I could tell, was her only indulgence, and sexy, black-rimmed glasses she pushed up a delicate nose about one hundred times a day. As always, her dark hair was coiled in a knot at the back of her head. With tiny wisps escaping despite her fight against the contrary.

She was smart as hell and despite her size, took no shit from anyone. Outside of Mancuso, she was the only other colleague that I truly respected. And battled a raging attraction to.

For the last year, we’d been working in the emergency room and I have somehow managed to keep my wayward thoughts and hands to myself. Others have dropped words like plain and boring, but to me she was driven, focused and carried a natural beauty that didn’t need ten layers of foundation to make shine through.

But tonight anything but plain sat beside me. And my cock noticed.

Perched on the barstool beside mine, Holly wore a strapless little black dress with a sexy pair of stilettos—neither of which I’ve ever seen her in.

No surprise blood rushed to my cock immediately. If a set of scrubs wrapped around her perfect body could get me hard, this outfit might do me in for good.

She had a perfectly round ass with firm breasts that made me think of ripe apples. My mouth watered as images of licking her from head to toe flitted through my brain.

This was Dr. Holly Ives under all those layers of medical clothes. And that damn turtle neck.

Her hair fell loose down her back. It stopped just short of that delectable ass and I knew with it’s length and thickness all those hard locks would fall around her as she rode me hard.

With an overly friendly smile, the bartender set a drink in front of her. “It’s on the house, Doctor.” He winked and being a guy above all else I understood that sign language. He wanted what was mine.

Like hell.

“Don’t you have other clients to tend, buddy? And there’s no need for that. Here.” I slapped my credit card on the bar with more force than necessary.

Holly raised an eyebrow at me, lips pursed.

Fuck. I knew that look.

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” she said. Raspberry colored her lips and until now I never noticed her lower lip was a little fuller than the top, making me hungry for a taste.

“Too late.” I didn’t know where to look. Everything above her neck disoriented me and everything below made me want to grab her, claim her with a heart pounding kiss right here in front of everyone, and then take her back to my place for an all-nighter.

“Thank you.” She took a sip of her wine, eyes locked on mine. “You’re staring. Though for the record, you cleaned up pretty well too, but you already knew that.”

And there it was. The other half of the equation. Holly never missed a chance to let me know just how arrogant she considered me. It came with the job description. To do what we did you had to have a certain level of confidence or many would huddle in the corner under the pressure.

I happened to carry my arrogance with a little more pride than most, I suppose. I liked to think of it as a no bull-shit approach to life. Others thought I was crass.

With difficulty, I pulled my gaze away from hers. Only then did I notice I wasn’t the only one drinking in her sensual appearance.

Oliver and Lucas caught sight of us from across the bar. They were obviously checking her out. Thank God, her smoking hot body was hidden behind the bar.

“I’ve never seen you out of scrubs.” I cleared my throat and tried to remember that I was not a horny teenage boy.

Get a grip, Murdoch.

She hummed a little laugh and it zinged straight to my core. “It does feel like they are my second skin.” Her grey eyes studied me as she tilted her head to one side. I knew that look. She was calculating.

I wouldn’t admit it, but I suspected Holly was smarter than me. And honestly, I’m a pretty intelligent guy. I graduated top of my class from my Ivy League college and medical school. In the next month, my three-year residency program would come to an end. I was already planning to stay in the emergency department and move to a staff position. To no one’s surprise, I lived for my work.

Now I felt like I was the subject of an elaborate prank. I was standing here with a colleague that I deeply respected, had worked with for a year, and thought I knew.

But I was wrong. This woman sitting next to me made my cock stand at attention. All I could think about was marching her to the back of the bar and fucking her against the wall in full view of the patrons.

Meanwhile, Oliver and Lucas approached from opposite sides of the bar like two wolves on the hunt.

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