Page 48 of The Potter

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The man behind me chuckles.

I want to smack him, but then I might just come if I put my hands on him.

“Goodnight, Halle.” With that parting whisper, Dr. Potter pulls the sheet over me and walks out, leaving me to alleviate a whole different kind of tension in his bed.

Vance

Ican still smell her on my fingers.

And that wouldn’t have been a problem if I hadn’t been surrounded by her scent. Tropical, sweet, succulent. The smell of her shampoo drove me fucking crazy all night as I lay on the guest bed, surrounded by the thoughts of her pussy. Soft, wet. The imagery of her lying on my rug, completely at my mercy as I worked the tightness from her body.

Her moans still linger in my head as I grip my cock in my hand, tugging harshly as the cold water pounds onto my back. All I see is the open space between her legs. Perfect. Sweet. Scarred. Strong.

Dropping my head to the tile, I yank brutally. I can’t rid myself of the feel of the soft skin between her thighs coated with her need. I can’t allow myself to get involved with a patient, especially not with Ms. Belle. I’ve already destroyed one patient. I refuse to destroy another.

My brothers don’t deserve to lose the practice they worked hard to build.

Their patients deserve to keep their services.

So, while I’d like nothing more than to bury my bad days in Ms. Belle’s pussy, I can’t. Astor and Duke deserve my full attention. And my attention belongs in the office with my patients and my ten o’clock meeting.

Increasing my speed, I tug harder and faster, ridding the image of Halle beneath me, wet and supple. I can’t be responsible for more. She needs a physician, not a one-night stand. After what she’s been through, she deserves someone who’s worthy.

I am not that man.

A heaviness fills me, and I give my cock one final pull, emptying out onto the tile with a shout. Ms. Belle is my employee. My patient. We are not friends. It’s best she understands that last night was a mistake. It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it.

“Can I borrow your charger?”

My gaze drifts from my tie to the mirror. Halle is still in my college T-shirt. My dick thickens at the sight. “You should change.”

“And you should learn some manners.” A smirk plays on her lips, which doesn’t help matters.

“I need to leave for the office soon.”Professional, Vance. Keep things professional.

“Same. That’s why I need a charger.” She takes a step around me, slipping between me and the mirror, taking hold of my tie. “I need to call for a ride. I can’t show up in the same clothes from yesterday.”

That’s for fucking certain.

“I’ll give you a ride home.” It’s the least I can do before going back to being a dick to her.

She loops my tie around, her hand grazing mine. Memories of last night come rushing back. I drop my arms to my side and try stepping back, but she has a grip on my tie, holding me still. Holding my breath, refusing to breathe her in, I meet her gaze full of amusement. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” She threads the tie, tugging it through the opening. “Being at someone’s mercy?”

I swallow, releasing a breath as she pushes up against me. “Though, I can understand the appeal.” She flashes me this adorable wink. “Power trip, right?”

She has no idea. “I don’t know what you mean,” I lie, but she doesn’t fall for it.

“Of course.” She yanks on the tie, and I catch myself before coming chest to chest with her. “I need your charger, Dr. Potter.”

I snatch the tie from her hand and take a step back. “Get dressed, Ms. Belle, or you’ll go to the office in my shirt.” I walk backward to the door, ignoring the words,keep it professional,swirling through my head. “We have Italian rugs there as well.”

If she would have been closer to my dresser, she would have thrown something at me. Instead, she merely grits her teeth, flashing me a harsh smile. “As you wish, sir.”

I gave her fifteen minutes before I ordered her into the car. She didn’t speak to me until we pulled up to Clyde’s Motel. “You’re going to be late.” She looks at me, confused.

“My first patient isn’t until ten.”

I haven’t always been a bastard.

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