Page 68 of Prognosis Bad Timing

They froze. Carrie recovered first giggling at the absurdity of the situation. She felt like a teenager who’d been caught necking by her mother.

Charlie laughed, too, as he buried his face in her neck. She smelt so good right there. So sweet. His hot breath stirred and intensified the perfume at the pulse that beat rapidly just beneath his lips. He brushed his mouth across it lightly and pushed himself away.

‘Send them in,’ he called, his eyes devouring the thoroughly kissed look on her face. ‘Better straighten up. You look like you’ve just been ravaged.’

Carrie nodded but somehow found herself unable to move as her brain and legs refused to co-operate.

He chuckled and reached out to straighten her collar, pull her jacket into place and hand her the hair clasp. He removed a trace of smeared lipstick from her mouth with his finger. Her eyes flared as he pushed the digit into her mouth and he felt a kick in his groin as she sucked it clean.

He swayed towards her.

A knock sounded at the door again, finally kicking Carrie into action. ‘Yes, well...’ She cleared her throat, turning her back to him and pulling open the door. ‘I’ll get right on that, Dr Wentworth.’

She smiled at the two police officers who were standing in Charlie’s doorway as she departed and felt Angela’s narrow-eyed stare as she slunk down the hallway.

––––––––

As the week progressedtheir just friends pact was continually breached. On Tuesday it was Joe who caught them. He’d come in the back door via the basketball court to find them in an intimate clinch in the staffroom doorway.

He slammed the door loudly and they both jumped. ‘Well, well, well. Lookee here.’ Joe grinned. He shook his head. ‘Pinstripes. Should have guessed.’

‘Hi, Joe,’ Carrie said, straightening her shirt. ‘This isn’t what it looks like.’

He laughed. ‘Oh? Trying to remove an obstruction from his airway with your tongue?’

Charlie laughed, too and Carrie gave him a playful push to his chest. ‘You are not helping.’

‘Next time get a room.’ Joe was still grinning.

‘There won’t be a next time,’ she said primly. ‘We’re just friends. Aren’t we, Charlie?’

‘Right...friends.’

Joe shrugged. ‘OK. Whatever.’

On Thursday morning Charlie’s office was empty as she passed and she popped in to look for some paperwork in his filing cabinet. He found her there a few minutes later and trapped her against it.

‘Charlie, we really have to stop this,’ she said as she came up for air. She was going to explode from sexual frustration if they kept this up.

He smiled and nuzzled her neck, his hand working its way under her jacket at the back. ‘I agree. This is bad...very bad.’ His fingers moved round and found a lace-covered breast and he stroked it.

Carrie shut her eyes against a surge of desire. ‘Charlie!’

He laughed and cut off her husky protest with his mouth. She sighed against his mouth and Charlie went hard as a rock.

‘Ahem.’

Charlie froze. He’d know that disapproving noise anywhere. Carrie pushed against him to get away. ‘I really need a lock on that door,’ he announced loudly enough for his father to hear.

‘Maybe a little self-control wouldn’t go astray, either.’

Charlie made sure Carrie was together and smiled at her before he turned around. ‘Hello, Father.’

Oh, God! Mr Wentworth, Charlie’s father, eminent thoracic surgeon, had caught them necking like a pair of horny teenagers.

‘Charles.’

‘This is Carrie,’ Charlie said calmly.

---