Page 28 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

Then, we would leave the pub without casting another glance over at Dr. Campbell and his floozy, if they were even still around.

I could do this.

The wet paper towel catapulted into the trash can and I made my way out the door and into the long corridor that led back to the dining area and bar.

My carefully crafted itinerary for the rest of the night also flew into the trash when I registered the looming figure leaning against the wall just outside the restrooms.

I gasped. “Dr. Campbell? What are you doing out here?”

He said nothing. His hooded eyes raked over my body, lingering on my thighs.

I scoffed at his audacity. How dare he ogle me while his girlfriend or whoever was out there waiting for him?The nerve of men!They want to have their triple-layer fudge cake and to scarf it down too. “Triple-fudge” out there could have him.

“Shouldn’t you be with yourdate?” My tone came out snarkier than I had intended, but I didn’t give a fuck.

But he didn’t answer. Instead, he moved in closer, caging me between his hard chest and the wall. His hypnotic scent—old books and whiskey—enveloped me. “That boy isn’t right for you,” he growled.

Unbelievable!First,hewasn’t right for me, and now, Felipe wasn’t either. This guy was a royal pain in the ass.

“You don’t know what’s right for me.” His face was so close to mine that anyone could walk by and clearly witness our dangerous entanglement. We’d be arrested for indecency.

I pushed against him, but he didn’t budge. “Go back to your date,James.” I used his name pointedly, hoping to knock some sense back into him. It had proved to be an effective cockblocker last time.

The sinister smile that rolled onto his lips proved me wrong. “Say it again.”His name.

I refused to give him that satisfaction. “Miss Longlegs out there looks like she has no problem saying your name, just like you have no problem listening to her every word.”

“You were watching us?” His smiled widened at my deep scowl.

I bit my lip, already feeling guilty that I had just given away my secret, toxic obsession of the night.Time to find a new one.

“You’re jealous,” he hummed, like the idea pleased him.

I turned my head to avoid having to look at his smug expression a minute longer, but his fingers gripped my chin and pulled me back. “She’s not my date, Sanura.” My name rolled off his tongue like a sinner begging for mercy. “She’s my colleague.”

“Do you always wine and dine your colleagues in dark corners of pubs?” I spat.

My venom failed to break his shield. “Stop it,” he commanded.

I would never relent. “Leave me alone.”

His eyes pierced mine, even in the dark hallway. “You are the only fucking woman I think about.”

This guy is really something else with these rehearsed lines.“And you’re a liar.”

“Then explain why I can’t stop looking at you whenever you’re around.”

His hand slipped under the hem of my dress, leaving a trail of goosebumps up my thigh. My breath quickened with every inch that he traveled.

He dipped his head low and whispered so close I could feel his breath on my lips, “Explain why images of you play in my head when I’m alone, like a movie, robbing me of any peace.”

Immediately, he spun me around, pressing my chest to the wall. His front blanketed me, his turgid length pressing into my back. “Explain why my dick gets hard every time I see your face.”

I could hear the distant chatter from the bar. “Someone could see us,” I whispered, but what little fight I had left was slowly slipping away.

“I don’t care.” His warm breath caressed my ear. His hand played at the waist of my panties. “Tell me to stop again, Sanura.” It was a dare—a dare that I was powerless to take.

Instead, I backed my ass up into his warm body, inviting him to explore. His fingers plunged into my panties, finding my wetness. My body was a traitor for loving the fight.

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