Page 11 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

Luke

The clack of the keyboard on the other table is soft and shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Maybe it’s because I know who’s typing and what she looks like today, with her hair in a loose braid and the added liner that highlights her green eyes. Maybe it’s because, despite how many times I’ve tried to nitpick everything as she accused me of, she retaliates by doing such a good job that even the perfectionist inside me is impressed.

Or maybe it’s because I’m ashamed of how I’m acting while still annoyed with how aloof and cold she is.

At the next firmer press of the keyboard button, I glance up and catch the satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looks at her computer. It’s so reminiscent of the triumphant look she gave me long ago that my body responds before I can control it. I look away immediately, my jaw clenching as I try not to look again.

I don’t have patients today, but I have a lot of case studies to review after surgery supervision. The surgeries took most of my morning and early afternoon away from the office, but by late afternoon, I’m stuck here trying to read while Olivia keeps moving, typing, and making little noises that thoroughly distract me.

She sighs when she needs to crane her neck from all the sitting and typing. She hums a bit when she finishes inputting a patient file on the computer. She utters a little hiss when she gets through another stack of paper files, which I know would have taken hours with other medical assistants.

But no, not her. The woman’s a beast when it comes to reading and absorbing information, including how they should be handled. I’m used to giving my medical assistants a lot of instructions, but within her first week of working here, Olivia has anticipated everything and I don’t even need to ask anymore.

I know she’s doing her job, but it’s almost like she’s doing it too far ahead so she won’t have to talk to me.

And that’s annoying.

Another sigh pulls me from my reverie. I glance up and freeze when I find her stretching again, then massaging the nape of her neck as she closes her eyes. It’s such a vulnerable moment that I feel like I’m invading, but I keep staring, anyway, because I remember how she liked my mouth kissing that particular spot.

I scowl and look away. Again.

“Could you keep it down?”

Silence. Thinking she hasn’t heard me, I peek and find green eyes locked with mine.

“What?” I ask when she just keeps looking.

Olivia tilts her head, calm as a lake. “Have you always been this…ornery? Or was the man at the bar a mask?”

I raise a brow, trying to remind her that she’s the one who doesn’t want to discuss our past. She stiffens and remembers herself, then shrugs. “Never mind?—”

“Yes. When I’m not in the mood. Which was how I started at the bar until we got to talking.”

Surprise fills her expression at my answer. She mulls it over.

“I see. So I put you in a better mood?”

“You used to.”

I glance at her lips, then back to her eyes. She knows she put me in more than a better mood that night. Suddenly, the attraction between us flares and takes me by surprise. I’m caught in a hard moment, torn between wanting to egg her on and wanting to kiss her. The latter’s stronger, making me think about what it would be like to touch her again…because, my God, she’s still so touchable.

Fuckable.

An image of me taking her on her desk comes to mind. It evolves to my hands sliding in between her legs to find her wet and tight, then playing with her until she’s all pliant and moaning for me. It’s so visceral that my cock hardens before I can stop it, straining against my pants.

Danger.

“I did?”

Her voice takes me back, reminding me I’m out of my fucking mind. I shrug. “Hmm. But that’s all in the past, remember?”

I’m her goddamn boss. She’s the goddamn woman who doesn’t want me anymore.

Why the hell am I still acting like this?

“You’re right. Totally insignificant past.”

Her answer is dismissive. Along with the breaking of eye contact, it means she’s done and no longer interested in discussing it. I bite my tongue, the questions swimming in my head.

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