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“Something to wear? Do you think it’s somethin’ to do with this dumbass full-moon party he’s throwin’ on Friday night?” Digby frowns.

“But why would he send me something to wear?” Kat questions, curious what’s in the box.

“Because he’s a control freak that likes to be in charge of everythin’,” Digby sighs. “This whole thing is just one dumb idea.” He can feel his temper rise—the idea of going to this party has concerned him from the very first moment Rhys suggested it. He hates it most because they’re going along with something his brother wants.

“Well, then I guess there’s only one way to find out. Open the box,” Zak shrugs.

Kat sighs and taking the package from Darius, she throws it onto the desk. Unfastening the large black satin bow tied around it, she lifts the lid. “Fuck!” she swallows nervously and unwrapping the black tissue paper she pulls out a card that reads, “to match your eyes, love Rhys x,” and lifting the padded hanger from the box, she holds up an emerald-green satin gown.

“What the fuck?” Digby scowls. “To match your eyes. Is he fuckin’ serious? And love Rhys. What the hell dumb-shit is that? Why the fuck would he choose an outfit to match your eye color? Who the hell does that? No… no, I’m not havin’ it. Hell, I bet it looks trashy. It’ll be something that shows your ass and your tits. That’s it, I’m takin’ it back and he can shove it up his hole.”

“No Digg, wait! It’s… it’s kinda—nice. What I mean is it’s not awful and well I have to wear something. Look, we agreed I should do this, to keep the peace and well maybe… Fuck! Oh… my … God!” she turns the label over. “Fifteen hundred dollars!” She gasps and looks at them with her mouth open in shock. “This dress cost fifteen hundred dollars. There are shoes too. Why the hell would he spend this kind of money on a dress?”

“Because he can?” Zak shrugs. “And I have to admit, it is nice. And the color does kinda match your eyes. What? Diggs, don’t look at me like that, I’m just sayin’.”

Darius smiles, “Well, Rhys always did have good taste.”

“Rhys has good taste. Are you fuckin’ for real? No, no put it back in the box and I’ll take it and return it. You know I have a good mind to tell him we’re not doing this at all—that we’re not gonna keep dancin’ to his tune over this.”

“Diggs, just calm down.” Kat puts a hand on his cheek. “The dress is fine, and it’ll save me having to go find something to wear. Look, ignore Rhys and let’s just go have some fun. Hell, we could all do with a drink after what happened in Mexico. A night out with the team could be just what we all need. Let’s go drink his free liquor, dance, and let our hair down for the night. C’mon relax. I’m looking forward to having some time with my team. Diggs, it’ll be good. It’s a full moon…” she grins, “so why not? And maybe… maybe we could go play in the moonlight after?” she teases.

“Seriously? Oh well, in that case… why the hell not.”

“Um-hm. Yeah, let’s have some full-moon-fun. What d’ya say?” Kat smiles as she kisses him.

“All right, you got a yes from me.”

“Right well, we should leave you to it. I have to go find Oz and QT.” Zak smiles patting Digby on the shoulder. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Hey, wait up Zak, I’ll come with you,” Darius smiles.

Zak and Darius leave, and Digby kicks the door shut behind them. Then turning to Kat, he immediately unbuttons her shirt.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? We arenotdoingthatin this office. I’ve told you a million times—that fantasy stays in your head.”

“Oh c’mon… you know how much I wanna play doctor and patient with you?” he grins. His eyes glisten and his face fills with a fuck-me-now smile.

“Digby, stop it! No, don’t try to tempt me with that look, it won’t work.”

“What look? I have no idea what you’re talking about?” He flashes another smile. “Look at you, you’re beautiful, I can’t resist. You got me in your power.” He kisses her neck, his hand still pulling at the buttons of her uniform. He grins again, “I can’t keep my hands off you, and you smell so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah, you said that already,” she laughs as she melts to his charm.

“I mean it—something smells really good.” He seats himself on the medical couch and unbuttons his own shirt. “You know, I’ve never done it on one of these, have you?”

“No.” She flashes a teasing grin. “Digby, I really need to get cleaned up.”

“You can… after. Hey, c’mon…” He undoes his pants, dropping and taking them off. “Just once?”

“Digby, stop it!”

“Why? Don’t you want this?” He smiles as he playfully teases his dick in front of her. Smoothing a finger over her breast, his hand pulls her head forward, and he presses his mouth to her lips. “Oh c’mon baby, just give me my fantasy.” He takes the stethoscope from the trolley and grins, “You… naked and wearing; just this.”

She blushes. “Digby we can—”

“We can’t what? Oh, but we so can.”

He leans forward, nuzzling her neck—at the same time stripping her from her shirt and tee-shirt. “Mmm…” she groans as Digby unhooks her bra. Tipping her head to one side, she now stands in front of him wearing only her khaki pants and a teasing glint in her eye.

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