Page 32 of Undeniably Enemies

The fact that I brought that up causes her face to flush a pretty pink and venom to swirl across her features. “You really are an asshole.”

“Only with you. With Daffy I’ll be nice since that’s what she likes.”

She flicks my shoulder, and I love that I just annoyed her enough to touch me. “Just be careful with her. She’s fragile anddoesn’t understand that poison can taste sweet when served just right.”

“Is that what I was with you?”

Her eyes flare. “You never gave me anything just right.”

A cocky grin slithers up my lips, and I’m tempted to lean in on her, to press against her, to push my weight and call her out on her bullshit. I refrain but just barely. “I beg to differ on that. Still, if that’s your story, I’m shocked you haven’t poisoned her against me. Since you know how best to serve it.”

She smirks as she takes down her ponytail and runs her fingers through her long, silky hair. Her fingers massage her scalp before she deftly redoes it. It’s annoyingly distracting. As is the brush of her fragrance that tickles my nose.

“Oh, believe me,” she smarts, “I’ve tried. She’s absurdly loyal.”

I laugh despite myself, tucking my hands into my scrubs’ pockets. “Unlike you.”

“Definitely unlike me,” she parries. “I’m planning a coup. The other med students and I ride at dawn.”

“Only against me or all the hierarchy?”

“I’m undecided. It depends on how big of an asshole you are today. But the others will fall in line with my call.”

I snort a laugh, unable to hide my amusement. “I should punish you for that. Any other student who dared to call me an asshole would be on scut for the rest of their medical school career. In fact, didn’t I say something similar to you the other morning?”

“That was if I told you to fuck off again. Which I’m not at present since we’re in the hospital.”

“I think asshole was on the list too, but nice try. Now I’ll have to come up with a punishment for you.” The thought nearly makes me groan. How much would I love to punish the brat in her?

Her gaze runs up and down my body, and I hate how muchI notice it. How easily I react to it. My pulse quickens, and my cock, ever the puppy for her, gives an excited little jerk in my pants. My odd and unexplainable desire to be near her, to engage with her despite my better judgment, is completely unrelated to the fact that she drives me crazy. It’s a paradox. One I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

She steps into me and comes up on her tiptoes toward the side of my face as if she’s about to whisper a secret in my ear. I hold my breath, unwilling to inhale her scent again.

“But we both know you won’t.”

I capture her waist to hold her up to me. “How’s that, Miss Fritz?”

I can feel her lips curl up with how close she is to my cheek, and how did we get like this? If I move just an inch to the right, she’ll feel how hard I am.

“Because I think we can both agree that the less we deal with each other, the better off we are. And I already know you don’t want me as your scut puppy.”

I return the favor and bring my mouth down to her. If anyone walked by right now, this would not look good. And it would draw gossip if caught, and my chances at chief would be over. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m risking that. I simply came here to check on her, and now I’m touching her and smelling her and feeling the heat and press of her body.

It angers me, and I let her see it. “I don’t want you as my anything, Cinderella.”

She pats my shoulder. “Keep telling yourself that, villain.” She drops down and turns to walk away. “My patients have already been discharged. Unless you want to teach me how to suture, I’m going to find someone to learn from since you’re useless with that.”

Brat. She’s such a fucking brat.

God, what I would give to spank her. To see my handprint on her porcelain skin and listen as she begs.

That thought twists my stomach and calls me back. “Actually, Miss Fritz, why don’t you gather your other flunky friends and meet me back in sutures? I’ll be more than happy to teach you how it’s done.”

Her steps falter, and I grin to myself. Score one for me. Finally.

11

“This is so not the place I thought you were going to pick,” Sorel says, shoving a handful of popcorn straight from the bag into her mouth as we meander around furniture pieces.

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