Page 84 of Tempt Me

They turned, and with their arms over each other’s shoulders, they headed toward the elevator. “Whose idea was it to go for a run before breakfast anyway?” Mike grumbled.

“Dominic, of course. You know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, fucking showoff.”

They burst out laughing as the elevator arrived. Once they disappeared, I picked my chin up off the counter and collapsed into the office chair.

“Holy shit.” I wiped my lip, fearing I may have dribbled.

My eyes fell on the check-in cards still laid out across the counter, and like a crazy woman, I fished through them, searching for my two doctors.

My brain had vacated the building, and my libido was in charge.

I found Mike first. Mike Sexton. Ton of sex appeal more like it. The driver’s license of the second man didn’t do him any justice. His skin was much more heavenly than the insipid photo.

Doctor Exotic was, in fact, Maxwell Bradford. “Well, hello, Doctor Bradford.”

I shuffled all the other cards back into alphabetical order and sat with my two lovely suitors on the counter. After my shift tomorrow, one of these men was going to be my twenty-fourth conquest.

But how to choose? Both were suitable for about a thousand reasons.

I glanced at the time. It was two o’clock and way too late to ring Lolita. I giggled at the conversation we’d have.

Maybe I could flip a coin? I reached for my purse and plucked out a fifty-cent piece. Heads for Maxwell. Tails for Mike.

Mike and Maxwell—they sounded like some kind of male review duo.

I tossed the coin in the air. Tails landed facing upward. Mike was the victor. He had a lovely, trimmed beard. I’d never been with a guy with a beard before. But then I thought of Maxwell’s gorgeous olive hands and pictured them on my breasts, and I tossed the coin again. Heads landed this time. Head for Maxwell. My insides squirmed as I pictured myself in my sexy little nurse uniform and his gorgeous hands all over me.

As I twirled their check-in cards around, I revisited our conversation, trying to work out which one of them appealed to me more than the other. There were so many boxes being ticked that my mind spun, and my insides curled. I sat up in my seat as I recalled the last thing they’d said before they’d disappeared. They had to get up early for a run.

“Oh shit.” That could be before I even finished my shift.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The lobby was quiet. Before those guys arrived, I hadn’t seen anyone since eleven o’clock, and since then, I hadn’t seen anyone. Most nights, I didn’t. Adrenalin coursed through me, and my heart galloped as I committed to doing the irrational. But I couldn’t help it. Could I really leave reception again? The idea gripped me as if it were a muscle-bound soldier.

The last time I’d vacated my post, I was caught.

But this was once-in-a-lifetime stuff. I may never have this opportunity again.

Was it worth the risk?

“Hell yes.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

With my heart in marathon mode, I put the ‘back in five minutes’ sign on the counter, ran to the elevator, and jabbed the button several times. As I waited for it to open, I scanned the lobby. Then I remembered the last time I’d got caught and how Needledick’s name and phone number were on the emergency contact notice out the front.

I raced to the sliding doors, tore the sign off the glass, and ripped it in half. Problem solved. But I had to leave my number. With my fingers trembling from lust-loaded adrenalin, I pounded the keyboard, opening a Microsoft Word document, and in giant letters, I wrote:In case of emergency, call Jane Nicholsand listed my cell phone number.

As I waited for it to print, the elevator I’d ordered before arrived, and the door dinged open and closed again before I finally had my printout. I grabbed it and the sticky tape and ran to the front door like a crazy woman. The damn tape rolled around my finger twice before I managed to stick the new sign to the glass.

With that done, I raced back to the elevator. The doors opened immediately, and I jumped in and jabbed the button to my floor a million times before the doors closed and the elevator rose. As I waited out the eternity for the doors to open, my brain swirled over which doctor I’d go to. Would it be Magic Mike or Doctor Exotic? Nicely trimmed beard, or eyes the color of the outgoing tide?

As I debated the pros and pros of each doctor, I tugged my hair out of its bun, wrestled my shirt from my skirt, and undid a couple of buttons. If anyone saw me now, they may think I’d already had a horny romp.

With time at a premium, I forfeited the shower, stripped off, and went straight to the mirror to put on my makeup. Then, with eyeliner in place and mascara on, a sudden horrible thought gripped me. As Mike and Maxwell had only just spoken to me, there was every chance they’d recognize my eyes.

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