Page 17 of Desperate Desires

“I thought I recognized you.”

“Good. I hate to be rude, but I’d have to punish you if you just let some fucking stranger in here like this, Doc.”

Punish me? Why did that sound hot?

I ignored that and pulled the sheet back up over his hips and belly, covering that monster dick I couldn’t stop picturing.

“Well, you are a stranger. But I get it. It is probably best if you don’t move.”

“You’re not scared?”

“I won’t lie. I was freaked out. But if you know Sammy, then I guess you know I am familiar with certain lifestyles,” I hedged.

“Lifestyles, Doc?”

It wasn’t polite to discuss things like that, and really, I had no idea what affiliations Ono had. But I could guess, and I let him see that in my expression.

“I’m no criminal,” he said, brows narrowed at me.

“The people who shot you?”

“Okay, fine. I guess I know some bad people,” he murmured, and I thought I saw shame cross his features.

“I am not judging you, Ono.”

I meant that. I wasn’t judging him for whatever got him shot. People did things for all sorts of reasons, and I was reserving my judgement for a time when I might learn his.

“Look, I’m assuming you can’t just call the authorities or have your location made public, the simple truth is, I have the next few days off. So, you’re in luck. If you make that call, get a few things, I can definitely treat you here. Stranger or not, I’m a doctor and it’s my duty,” I said, surprising myself.

“Good. Um, before you go, Doc, there’s something,” he said, and I moved closer, curious if I missed something, wondering if he was in pain.

But I should have known better just from the kind of man I suspected him to be.

Ono’s brows narrowed once more as he caught my hand and pulled me down until my face was level with his.

My breathing increased, chest rising and falling as the line between patient and something else blurred.

He used the hand on his uninjured arm to hold me captive and my heart ran away with me, beating hard, like a drum inside my chest.

My eyes widened, and I swallowed as he pierced me with his electric blue gaze.

“We’re not strangers. I’ve slept in your bed,” he whispered.

Then he kissed me, hard, letting go sooner than I wanted him to.

His entire body seemed to vibrate as he slumped back against the pillow, both of us breathing heavier than before.

“Now, bring me the phone, Doc,” he said, dipping his chin.

I nodded and left the room, holding my fingers to my still tingling lips.

The good news was, now that I had something else to focus on, the flu symptoms I’d been suffering with seemed entirely to dissipate.

The bad news was I now had a dangerous man staying inside my house, recovering from actual fucking gunshot wounds, which could only have been made by some pretty bad guys.

And worse than that, I was stupidly, seriously attracted to him.

FML.

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