Page 33 of In Love with the Devil

“Those are the accounts you wanted me to check again for mistakes. There were two, but I fixed them.”

“No. No, you didn’t.”

“Sir, the first account had a transfer unaccounted for three months ago and then again this month. This account is not even registering half of the expenses, so I adjusted it to the right amount.”

“Show me.”

A sigh escapes me and I walk to his side of the desk to show him on his computer screen. We go over every detail of both accounts. By the time we’re done, it’s six o’clock.

I run out of his office, then the building, and right onto the last bus that could get me there on time. While standing in what feels like a moving can of sardines, I roll my eyes and sigh, frustrated with myself, because I should have just taken the day off so I wouldn’t miss this appointment. I’m stuck in traffic when it starts raining. Great. I’m going to arrive late again.

Chapter thirteen

Don't Stop

Astoria

I walk into the lobby, drenched from head to toe and sigh when I see it's completely empty.

“Hello?” I call out.

He walks out with his lab coat on. As soon as he sees me, a smile stretches his lips and he licks them. A heat spreads through me. God, he’s more beautiful than I remembered. “I’m so sorry. I swear to God I tried to get here on time. And if you don’t want to examine me today, I understand. I know how inappropriate–”

“Ms. Torres, why do you think I’m still here at six-forty-five? I knew you’d be late because of the weather. It’s okay. As long as you feel comfortable with our arrangement, I’m here to help you.”

My breath trembles. He places his hands in his pockets, staring at me with a gaze that digs into my soul. As his eyes sweep down from mine, I push my dripping hair back.

“Do you want to do this, Ms. Torres? Or do you need a ride home? It’s up to you.”

I nod, and he mirrors it. Just like last time, he guides me to the room. Once I’ve changed into the paper gown, he returns with all the tools. I get irritated with all the usual medical questions, but I don’t dare show it. He’s sitting on a small rolling chair with his hands leaning on his knees, looking up at me on the bed.

“Were you able to change your diet to see if your menstrual cramps improved?”

“Yes, I changed it a little, and I exercised more, but not enough, apparently.”

“Not enough?”

“I’m working on it. It’s not so easy to be picky about what I eat when I’m constantly running around working and trying to get to places on time. And dealing with–”Don’t you dare tell him.

“Dealing with?”

Did I really almost just tell my gyno about Julian? Jesus…“Nothing. I’m sorry, I’m just irritated by the weather.”

“Still feeling bad that you were late?”

“Yes.”I nod with burning cheeks.

“You need to learn not to worry about the little things, Miss Torres.” He pauses and I say nothing. “And to eat better.” His smile is contagious. “How was the pain after the last exam?”

“Fine,” I lie.

“Well, as you know, all the tests came back negative, so unless you’ve engaged in unprotected sex since then, there’s no need to repeat them. Is that the case?”

Fuck.I don’t want to do that test again, but I know nothing about Julian. This is the point where having asituationshipwith your gynecologist gets awkward. Although I like and want him, now I have to let him know someone else has fucked me and I can’t use the excuse,oh he forced himself on me.

“Miss Torres?”

“Um. Please repeat it, Doctor.”

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