Page 16 of Attraction

Digby stands in the doorway wearing awanna-fucksmile, staring at her. “Okay, so… I have coffee and doughnuts. Figured you’d probably be hungry by now?”

Standing up from her seat at the desk she checks the time on the clock. “You’re here early…”

“Oh, am I? Good, then that gives us time to eat and think about doin’ otherthings,” he says, playing with the collar on her shirt before he strokes his finger softly against the mark on her neck.

She pulls away, rejecting his touch. She’s still somewhat ashamed about what they did last night. “Ryan, I told you that’s not going to happen again.”

“Yeah… and I told you it’sDigby!” Biting his teeth against his lip he watches her and leaning his firm toned butt against the edge of her desk, he sits down. “Okay, so I’ll tell you what, call me Digby at work and as you say itso nice, you can call me Ryan in the bedroom.”

“Well, seeing as the bedroom is not going to happen again, then Digby will be fine.” Resisting the sudden urge to kiss him, Kat’s eyes wander across the lines of his face. “Anyway, I’m curious, why Digby? I mean, what’s the connection between Ryan and Digby?”

“Digby… like the dog in the movie?” He smiles, looking at her now baffled expression. “You know, the biggest-dog-in-the-world.”

“Oh… oh okay.” She laughs. “Yeah sure, I get it now. You like to think of yourself as abigdog? But you do know that’s not a great reputation to have—being a dog?”

“Yeah, but my ‘Digby’ it’s not referring to me.” He smirks placing his hand against his groin.

“Okay, I get it, I don’t need an explanation.” Sipping from the paper cup, she smiles. “Mmmm…. this is nice. What is it?”

“It’s a vanilla coffee, I figured you’d like it?”

“Mmm… yeah, it’s good.”

There’s an intense vibe between them and with the scent from his aftershave so intense and seductive, she feels the need to step away. Picking up her stethoscope and pulling the equipment cart beside her, she places a hand on the examination table motioning for him to sit. “You can take your shirt off, then we’ll get started.”

“See… I knew you couldn’t resist me.” he smiles, eagerly undoing the buttons on his shirt. “You know I’ve never fucked in an office before, well not on the base, so this is gonna be a first for both of us.”

“Ryan, this is not foreplay, this is me listening to your chest and doing some tests. Now, lie down, I have to take some blood.”

“Wait, blood? Why?”

“What is it with you guys?” She laughs. “You’ve all been squeamish about this. You should have seen the way Zak kicked off trying to resist.”

“Yeah… but have you spoken with Darius about this? Have you told him what you’re doin’? What exactlyareyou doin’ with this blood?”

“Just some tests. Sending them to the lab to run some standard diagnostics. Blood-sugar levels, glucose, stuff like that - nothing major. Why, is there anything specific you want me to check?”

“Kat, youreallyneed to talk to Darius before you do this.”

“I told you, I won’t. Now, take your damn shirt off like I asked.”

Reluctantly, he complies—mainly because he wants her to touch him. Unfastening his shirt, he strips to the waist and sits on the couch. Placing the cool metal stethoscope against the curve of his chest she listens to the steady pounding thud of his heart as he stares at her and smiles. He’s trying to distract her by blowing gently against her neck.

“Ryan, will you stop it!”

He smiles and continuing to annoy her, he strokes his finger against her mark, tempted to do it again. For her, the physical attraction of being this close to him is overriding her senses, the heat from his body and his scent, so strong that she can practically taste him.

“Fuck…”she sighs, closing her eyes, trying to focus on what she’s doing, listening to his heart. He’s calm and all she can hear is a steady beat. She’s not, her pulse is racing with heady desire and as his touch moves from her neck to her arm, and then to the side of her breast she quickly brushes him away.

“Will you please stop touching me?”

Taking the tourniquet from the cart, she ties it tight around his bicep. He allows it, simply because he likes the touch of her hand on his skin. She’s again making him hard and standing up close she can sense it. “Digby… stop!”

“I can’t, sorry, it’s your perfume. The smell has got me all over the damn place.”

“Yeah, and this is exactlywhylast night should never have happened, and why it won’t happen again. Ryan, we have to keep this under control.”

He looks at the swollen vein on his arm as she preps to take a sample. “Well, you carry on doing this, and it’s not going to matter what we do, ‘cos you’re gonna be outta here. I told you, Darius is not gonna like this—not one bit.”

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