Page 2 of Cocky M.D.
She opened the door for me at the parking lot and said, “Go to the hospital, sweetie.”
Bradley, a student in my class, had a dad who was a hot doc, but there was no way I would see him.
I bounced on my toes and shook my head. “I’ve been put on the surplus list.”
“You still have health insurance, and this was a work accident.” She said it like she understood everything, which she probably did. She’d worked as a teacher for thirty years. “Go. I’ll fill out an incident report, but text me so I know you’re okay.”
I jumped into my car and heard Mrs. Nunes’s voice in my head.Hospital.I drove on autopilot, but soon I was in an unbusy ER.
Nurses guided me into a room, checked my temperature and my throat, and wrote down my symptoms.
One squeezed my hand, but then she left. A minute later, Bradley’s dad, Johnny Dawes, a sexy-as-hell single dad I’d flirted with because of his handsome face, came in with a clipboard and asked, “Care to tell me how this happened, Olivia?”
Damn.He remembered my name.I want to run my hands through that short hair.He wore a white jacket and a killer smile that sent a zing through my veins.
I couldn’t look at his sexy brown eyes. “Water balloon fight in the courtyard, then powder glue was tossed at me.”
He came closer, and my nerve endings tingled like he’d checked me out, though he said, “Well, I’m going to cut your clothes off and scrub your skin.”
My entire body was hot, and it wasn’t a fever—at least I didn’t think so. He then went to the sink and prepared a bowl of hot water and soap, creating a foaming concoction. I was light-headed, and I felt a shiver full of pleasure.
I sniffled and said, “Okay.”
The parent–teacher meeting I’d had with him had me wishing I weren’t his son’s teacher. I guessed now I wasn’t. He came back and took scissors to my short shirt sleeve and washed my skin, then he cut some more.
Tears came out of my eyes, and he asked, “Are you crying?”
He glanced at my shirt. He must have had a radar for my nipples, which were like stones, though they shouldn’t ache for his touch. My bra must have protected my breasts as he cut, and it came off easier.
However, I couldn’t stop my reaction and feeling overwhelmed. I said, “I had a bad day.”
His fingers being on my skin made me tingle, which was crazy, since my body was still itching. He motioned for me to lie down, and I complied as he asked, “Is there someone we should call? A boyfriend?”
He moved his scissors nearer to my bra, and I glanced at the door. Our flirting had been the closest thing to romance I’d had in a year. No one was near us, but I ignored how my body craved his touch. I swallowed as he cut my shirt all the way down, but I tried to answer him. I was breathy when I said, “Not really. No boyfriend.”
His gaze narrowed on my lips, and I imagined his kiss would rock my little world as he started on my jeans with those scissors. He even licked those sexy lips of his then asked, “Are you ready for me now, Miss Steel?”
My eyes fluttered, but his words sounded more like flirting, as he was already cutting. All year, I’d wanted him, and my lips were like magnets seeking his touch. It wasn’t like me, but I nodded. “Yes.”
His hand being near my underwear as he cut my clothes off sent a thrill through me.
“My son loved being in your class.”
Right.It was all business for him. I was the only one imagining us kissing. I needed to get my reaction to his sexiness under control. However, as his hand freed my sticky skin, I imagined myself naked and under him. I was sure the hairs on my body stood higher, which wasn’t good, as they could stick to my glued jeans. I sucked on my bottom lip as he went lower on my thigh and asked, “Did you talk to Bradley and find out if he got all wet?”
“Not like you. He ducked,” he said and continued to cut my pants. “Though having you lying down like this is an extra treat.”
Wow.He was flirting. His son had tried to be a punk at first, but in the end, he’d been one of my favorites. I guessed that attitude was hereditary. I curled my lips higher and said, “Bradley’s grandmother was always nice when she picked him up, but she never spoke about you much at all.”
I’d tried to wrangle more information about the sexy doctor a few times, but she’d been close-lipped.
His nose wrinkled. “She’s not his grandmother but the nanny, and she quit today.”
”Quit?” I’d seen her an hour ago, and she apologized about my being wet. Bradley had been one of the boys with the water balloons.
He finished cutting the outside of my pants legs, then he started at the bottom of the insides. If he went near my girly parts, I would burst into an inferno. I’d worn my old cotton panties, and they had a few strings on the ends. My body tingled in anticipation, though I ignored the heat and asked, “So where is Bradley?”
He continued cutting my pants. My heart beat faster as he neared the apex of my thighs.
