Page 12 of Detention with Daddies

An uncommon flash of darkness falls over my son. When he shuts down, I never really know what dark path he’s traveling. Remembering his own personal trauma? He still hasn’t given me the details.

I give him a beat before I pat his knee, distracting him with the present. “Let’s give it another try.”

He straps it on and pushes to his feet. Junior goes through the parallel bars first before taking a stroll around the room.

As he returns, I catch a glimpse of long red hair in my peripheral vision. Olivia, my new thesis student, walks by and makes me pause. She looks a little lost. I’m up and walking toward her before I consciously decide to.

“Olivia?”

She spins, eyes wide and cheeks flush, to face me. “Dr. Wright.”

“Need some help?”

Her smile is small but warm and genuine. “Yes, please. I was looking for the supply room. Needles, tubes, et cetera?”

Funny how the nurses haven’t helped her, but it’s easy enough, and I’m already here.

“This way.” I gesture for her to follow me down the hall. There’s a supply closet near the end where a few small private work rooms are located. “How is your search for test subjects coming along?”

“Good. I have twelve, and all of them are coming in this week to take their baseline labs. Hence the need for supplies. I might be jumping the gun, but I prefer to be prepared.” Her skin turns a slightly deeper pink.

“It’s good to be prepared.” The door is locked, so I pull out my key and open the door for her.

People shuffle behind us. The hallway seems to narrow as a plethora of nurses and aids crowd in. The commotion shoves me into Olivia, pressing us into the small closet. I hear her hit the shelf behind her, the contents rattling, and I put up a hand to brace it from falling.

My other hand comes up to the back of her head. Did she hit it? “You okay?”

She nods, almost against my chest as we’re squeezed together. Her breath fans across my throat.

Suddenly, I’m aware of how much the front of her is smashed against the front of me. And she’s soft. A tantalizing kind of soft that fits into the nooks and grooves of my hard body.

I’m surprised by how good it feels. How much better it feels to have a woman like Olivia against me than the woman I usually have this close. How would it feel to have her under me?

All of that softness.

Would it feel just as good to dig my fingers into the meat of her hips and waist? To have those soft thighs around me?

Why have I never entertained the idea of having a woman with curves before? What have I been missing?

Why is it all so alluring?

Her mouth is parted, startled and panting a little. Temptation washes over me, but as quickly as it started, the commotion calms, and I pull back an inch, just in time to keep evidence of my spike of attraction from being noticed; I rub at the back of her head where I suspect a lump might be forming from being knocked the way she was.

It wasn’t excessively hard, but it doesn’t take as much as people think to cause a concussion.

Her brow furrows.

“You sure, you’re alright? I thought I heard you knock your head.” My hand is wafting her citrus scent up at me.

Olivia reaches up to pull my hand from her hair. “Yeah. It wasn’t hard. What was that?”

My gaze focuses on how her teeth scrape her bottom lip before I meet her bright green eyes. I’d noticed them before, but they didn’t catch me quite like this last time.

“We don’t often have emergencies, but sometimes…the growth gets tough and people lash out. They push too hard and pass out. Things happen.”

She nods again, eyes still a little wide and startled.

“Think you can find your way back?” I lift a teasing brow at her. Am I flirting?

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