Page 93 of Her Older Sheikh

Dr. Somebody steps back. "Please come in."

Since I'm pretty sure even someone as innocent as Temptation would think twice about his invitation—-

"Are you sure, Doctor?" I tiptoe and pretend to peer hesitantly over at his shoulder. "I could wait outside if you wish..."

"Not much point in doing that, since this is where you'll be having your treatment."

"Oh."I can barely hear myself over the the sound of my heart pounding, and it beats even harder and faster as I finally step inside the suite and Dr. Somebody closes the door behind me.

The penthouse suite is even fancier than I imagined it to be. It has its own infinity pool, a massage room, and a wraparound balcony that happens to overlook Biscayne Bay.

Eep.

I look away the moment I spot the familiar outline ofLady Pandaat the marina. It's a beautiful sight, sure, but looking at it only reminds me of the fact that I had to lie to Nik about my whereabouts, which I absolutely hated doing.

"Everything alright?"

I turn around as soon as I hear his voice, and I feel like fanning myself when I'm once again confronted by the sight of his rock-hard abs.

Seriously, though.

How does a doctor end up with a six-pack?

Does he do pull-ups between appointments? Attach fifty kilos of dextrose to IV stands so he can bench press during breaks?

The mind boggles, really, but since I find the sight of his naked chest all too distracting—-

"I'm, um, fine, but..." I clear my throat and gesture vaguely towards him. "Aren't you feeling cold, Doctor? I won't mind waiting while you put some clothes on."

"Unfortunately, Temptation...you should mind."

Now, this I have to hear.

"Time is of the essence when it comes to your treatment," he says gravely, "and now that I've seen you..." Dr. Somebody slowly shakes his head. "The signs are all there, Temptation."

Oh...really?

"You require an injection as soon as possible."

While his tone remains utterly sober, it's his beautiful green eyes that give him away.

Those eyes are totally laughing at me right now since we both know everything he's said is a load of crap.

But because we also know I'm trapped in my role as sweet, gullible Temptation—-

I cover my mouth as I let out a horrified gasp."Oh no."

"I know you're scared—-"

"I am, Doctor."

"But as long as you promise to follow my every instruction, you won't have to worry about anything. Can you promise me that?"

This. Is. It.

While one part of me wants to say 'forget it' and run away without looking back—-

It's the part of me that's already accepted he's the man I love that wins, and so I hear myself whisper, "Yes, Doctor."

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