Page 11 of Ignite

And why the fuck don’t I know anything about her? Finn’s kept her hidden like a goddamn secret.

“I know you’re funny, hot-headed, and an incredibly skilled cage fighter.”

I nod. “Carry on. I’m enjoying the praise.”

She giggles. I grin.

“Maybe sit through the needle first, then I’ll tell you the rest.”

Once I’m in Finn’s office, she returns, and I nearly fall off the damn chair.

White coat. Black-rimmed glasses. Hair in a messy bun.

Holy hell.

I shift uncomfortably, sucking in a breath. All I can imagine is her on her knees, looking up at me. Professional Hallie is a problem.

She rolls over a cart of supplies, snapping on gloves.

“I’m going to get the glass out first. Then I’ll need you to take your pants off so I can clean it up and see how many stitches you’ll need. Sound good?”

I nod. “There are much better ways to get me to strip.”

She smiles, not missing a beat.

“I don’t want germs from your clothes getting into the wound.”

“Right. Not a time for jokes.”

She’s focused. Steady. Sexy as hell.

“Deep breath. This might hurt.”

I brace. The metal tool glints under the light, and then searing, white-hot pain rockets through my thigh.

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to wreck the room.

I can’t scare her.

The glass clinks into the metal bowl. She presses a cloth to the wound.

“Pants off, please.”

I fumble with my belt, stripping them off and tossing them aside. Boxers. Thank God.

She clears her throat as I lean back, one arm behind my head.

“Relax for me.”

Her voice is soothing, yet commanding, it gets me to exhale. She dabs the wound with antiseptic and…

“Good boy.”

My eyes snap open. Blood rushes south.

“Am I?” I smirk. “Do I get a reward, Nurse Hallie?”

Her cheeks flush.

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