Page 100 of Screwged for Christmas

I wanted to tear their eyes out. It was utterly illogical, but I knew without a doubt if one of them touched Holly I would kill either or both of them.

“Hey, you two, we found a free table in the back. Want to join us?” Oliver leaned an elbow on the bar and trailed a lingering eye over Holly’s cleavage.

Holly pivoted, facing my friends and that one little movement sent a wash of her perfume over me. I swear to God right, if I could find a clear path to the door, I would He-Man us out of here and find the nearest Hotel room. “Looks like the peds ER and the pathology department has arrived in force. Lucas, did you get my email about those lab results?”

Oblivious to my inner war, Holly and her tight little body were all business.

Instead of dampening my desire, my cock hardened. At this rate, I’d be crawling out of the bar tonight.

Lucas held up his hand and groaned. “No work, please. In fact, it should be illegal for a woman--a Doctor--as beautiful as you to be talking shop tonight.”

Her body stiffened at the rebuke and I surmise the good doctor wasn’t at all accustomed to compliments.

With Holly turned around, those two jackals I called friends leered at the outline of her ass like they’d never seen a woman before. The deep vee of her neckline in both the front and back showed off her bare skin in an intensely erotic fashion. I couldn’t blame them. But that didn’t stop me from peering over her head until they got the message to fuck off.

Standing this close, my hand itched to reach around and stroke down her back. I longed to touch her supple skin and feel her vertebrae under my fingertips.

Clearly I have lost my freaking mind.

“Thanks for the invite for a table, but I’m here with Noah. I better get back. He’ll be wondering where I wandered off to. See you guys tomorrow at work. Be sure to send me those lab results asap. I might write up an article on that case.”

When she turned toward me, her hem rode up, showing more of her curvy thighs. She glided off the barstool with the finesse of a New York model. “Thank you for the drink, Doctor.”

Always so damn formal.

I watched her walk off a minute before I carried my crappy whiskey with me to the table the guys paid the waitress to hold. My brain churned furiously. Our new table happened to have a view of Holly and Noah.

Noah was a psychiatrist who we often called in to consult on patients in our emergency room. The best thing I could say about him was that he was competent. I never gave him a second thought until now.

How long had he and Holly been dating?

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why should I care that my colleague showed up in a pretty dress and on the arm of another man?

It was more than a dress, though. It was like the armor she’d been wearing had been stripped away. Armor I wanted to strip from her to find the true curvy, beautiful woman underneath.

I knew her mind. Always craved to know the rest of her and now I might have waited too long.

I turned to Oliver, whirling my whiskey rather than drinking it.

“I don’t know what she sees in him.” I took a sip, wincing. Tonight called for a better drink than this overpriced tourist shit.

My eyes kept drifting back to her and the way the Vee of her dress revealed the unblemished skin. It was like an irritant in my mind that I couldn’t smooth out. I prided myself on being an excellent observer. I picked up on details most of my colleagues missed.

Yet, I’d been oblivious to this whole other part of Holly. Never saw her as a person who dated. Jesus, I needed some fresh air, better whiskey and maybe a one-nighter.

“It’s his cock,” Oliver announced in a voice that carried a few tables over from the stares that turned our way.

He didn’t seem to care.

He only paused to order drinks for the three women two tables over. The blonde with an expensive dye job didn’t try to hide the fact she was eye-fucking me. When the waitress left, he continued. “I’ve seen him in the gym shower. He’s hung like a bull and it speaks to him like some attached spirit.”

I laughed, sliding my drink his way. “You either need another one of these or to lay off. I’m not sure yet.”

Beside me Lucas groaned. “Please, no. Now I have that image seared into my brain.”

It didn’t matter that an hour ago, I’d never thought of Holly outside of the hospital. Now I knew what she hid from me under those scrubs and turtlenecks.

Oliver and Lucas flirted with our neighbors, but that little dance didn’t interest me at all tonight.

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