Page 73 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

I don’t know what will change once I’m more comfortable, as he said, but that becomes the furthest thing from my mind when his kiss drifts to my mouth and our exchange turns heated. Except for rare moments, it always turns heated between us, a by-product of our attraction that doesn’t seem to want to go away anytime soon. Perhaps it never will.

He groans when I nip his lower lip, an accidental move. Then he’s nipping mine, too, though more playfully, and we sink into such a sizzling desire that my nipples are aching and my core is throbbing in no time. I almost jump him then and there, a part of me wanting to catch him off guard before I make him even harder than he is already.

But I don’t. Instead, I scramble and press myself against the passenger door, glaring at him while trying to catch my breath.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You have a patient coming in early and I have to set up your files right away. And I don’t want to wrinkle that perfectly pressed dress shirt.”

To my disbelief, he smirks. “Fine. But don’t worry about wrinkling it later. I don’t mind at all.”

Oh, this man. I shake my head and can’t help but stifle a laugh when we get out of the car and into the elevator. Then, I exit on a different floor while he stays. My paranoia hit hard the first few times we did this, but I guess a part of me has gotten used to it as I greet some colleagues I spot with less nervousness and more confidence.

I haven’t seen Mark in ages, which I suppose helps me relax my guard, too. When I arrive at the office, I get settled into my routine and join Luke as he greets the first patient, a sweet old lady who once had a brain operation handled by Luke and only really visits because she wants to be repeatedly assured that she won’t need another surgery. Luke can turn her down easily, but he indulges her because she’s friends with his parents.

And she’s a sweetheart.

“Thank you, boy. It’s such a relief to hear from you that there’s nothing to worry about.”

Luke smiles at her kindly. “I told you, Mrs. Solis, that it’s all good. In fact, you’re the healthiest you’ve been in the last two years, and you’re as strong as an ox. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I’m glad. Speaking of strong as an ox…I saw your ex-wife at the gala I was attending last week. She seems to be getting chummy with that model she’s been seeing.”

I stiffen, mostly because I don’t know how Luke will react to this. I know he’s aware that Carol is still seeing that man she brought to the pool party, and while Luke is over her, being confronted with that knowledge in public must be hard. Surprise hits me when Luke continues smiling.

“Good for her.”

“Hmm.” Mrs. Solis sniffs. “Never been a fan of him.”

“Really?” His lips quirk. “And here I thought you meant he was as strong as an ox.”

“I meant you, boy. When are you going to start dating again?”

“When the right time comes.”

“Right time, pfft.” The old woman scoffs. “You’re in your forties. If you keep waiting for the right time, then you’ll be sitting like a miserable fool instead of having all that wild, brain-scrambling sex with some hot, young thing.”

A cough gets stuck in my throat and I have the most horrible urge to laugh. I bite it in and keep my gaze away from them, busying myself with quietly taking the files from Luke’s desk.

“Mrs. Solis…”

“Seriously. Whoever said sex is overrated just hasn’t had good sex—or they are the most boring people in the world. I’m sure you know how to rock any young thing’s world. Or wait, how do you young folks put it? Ah, yes, screw the brains. I’m sure you’re more than capable of screwing someone’s brains out, boy.”

This time, it’s Luke who coughs. “Hmm.”

“So get started on that. Sow your oats. Screw brains out. Find your true love along the way.”

“I…yes, ma’am.”

She beams, satisfied with his answer. “That’s the spirit. I’m glad we’re in agreement.”

I bite back another laugh and drop over a tray of wrapped chocolates, which is another routine that makes Mrs. Solis light up. Maybe I also want to end Luke’s discomfort, however amusing it is.

“Here you go, Mrs. Solis. Take as many as you want.”

“Not that much.” Luke frowns. “We want your glucose levels to remain steady and nice.”

She waves a hand, then turns that bright smile toward me. “You, my dear, are a sweetheart. Luke, she’s the best medical assistant you’ve had here.”

At that, his frown eases and he nods. “I know, Mrs. Solis.”

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