Page 5 of Taming Drew

The gorgeous, curvy woman rolls her eyes, and Mia scoffs. “Mr. King, you shouldn’t try to make a joke with a head injury. They never come out as good as you think.”

I shrug. “Sure.” I turn to the beautiful woman. “I expected my agent.”

“Lily had an emergency with her daughter, so you have me. I’m going to take you home.”

I’m staring at her gorgeous curves. “Yeah. Let’s go. You can take care of my every need.”

“No. I’m going to make sure you do nothing else to embarrass your agent. Once the caregiver gets there, I won’t be staying.”

I’m a grown man, and this isn’t my first injury. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

Lily’s employee scoffs. “You definitely need a keeper. I haven’t heard of anyone getting into a bar fight in the middle of the day. You must have been getting sloshed early.”

“Hey.” I grumble. “I wasn’t drunk. Contrary to the media, I am not a drunk. They just look for opportunities to paint me in a poor light.”

She waves her hand. “Whatever.” She turns to Mia. “What do I need to know?”

Mia looks back at me. “Is it okay for me to share your instructions with Chloe?”

Chloe? Why does that sound familiar?I stare at the woman. Her curves are luscious. Her dark black hair is swept up into a sleek, sophisticated style, and her striking green eyes hold so much emotion I want to dive right in and swim. My mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Chloe Taylor?”

She shakes her head. “So, you do recognize me.”

“Of course, I recognize you. You’re gorgeous. How long has it been?”

“It’s been ten years, and I could have gone another ten without seeing your obnoxious face.”

“You look so good, baby.”

Chloe throws her hip out and growls. “What the hell is this ‘baby’ shit? You act like we’re friends or something. You and your friends made my life miserable. You hated me.”

I shake my head, reaching up and cupping my temple, trying to reach in and dim the pain. “No. I didn’t hate you. I treated you like crap, because I liked you. You were funny.”

“You’re delusional.” She looks at Mia. “Can Mia tell me what care you need so we can get you home, and I can hand you off to someone who doesn’t know you’re a douchebag?”

I catch Mia’s unhappy face and nod in agreement. “Sure.” I teased her, but I teased everybody. People think I’m charming.

Mia hands the packet of papers to Chloe. “He needs to have someone watch him for the next forty-eight hours. He’s got a concussion. His jaw is bruised. He has a cut on the side of his head and a bruised rib. The other guy got some good hits in.”

“Hey. He was bigger than me.”

Chloe laughs. “I doubt that. A full-grown bear isn’t bigger than you.”

My smile raises gradually.Maybe she doesn’t completely hate me.“So, you think I’m big, huh?”My cock is big too. You can check that out when we get back to my condo.

“You just entertained yourself in your head like you did in high school. Didn’t you?”

Mia comments. “You know each other from high school?” Her head moves back and forth, looking at us like a tennis match.

Chloe growls with that adorable school marm scowl. “You aren’t funny. Wipe that smile off your face.”

I duck my head, trying to hide my smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mia clears her throat. “He needs to rest: no activity, no computer or phone, no exercise, and sleep is the best thing for him - alone.” She glares at me. “Someone needs to make sure he stays hydrated and eats. For the next twenty-four hours, he can have a thousand milligrams of Tylenol every eight hours. Tomorrow at this time, he can take ibuprofen if his headache persists. Call 911 if his headache is severe, he’s difficult to wake up, he vomits more than once, or he acts differently from the usual.”

“Well, as I haven’t been around him in a decade, I don’t have any idea what’s usual.”

Mia’s brow raises. Her smirk reminds me of when I attended a Campbell family get-together with my neighbor Cameron Campbell and his wife, where Mia heard one of her twins trying to get the other one into trouble. She leans near Chloe with that knowing smile. “We’ll have to discuss that at happy hour this week.”

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