Page 44 of Intense
Is the infamous Dr. Quinn… stumbling on his words?
I smile. Loving this.
“I’ll jot it in my own notepad. Dr. Quinn touched me,” I tease.
His eyes burn into mine, and my breath hitches.
“I would never touch a woman without her consent. Not like that. Never.” His voice holds fury, but his face is expressionless. Still, any light behind his eyes dies right then.
“I was joking,” I whisper.
He exhales and nods, steadying himself.
“I mean it. I’m sorry. I don’t like being touched. I shouldn’t have done it to you either.”
I lean forward, resting my chin on my hand.
He doesn’t like being touched?
Is this cold, hard-as-nails man… damaged?
It explains a lot.
“Noted. Don’t touch Dr. Quinn. But can you protect me from that scary group of guys heading our way?”
He smirks, nodding toward them as they approach.
“Well, piss me off enough and they might become your problem.”
I frown as he stands. But then he leans down, and my body is on fire.
“Don’t forget to take your butt plug out before bed.”
I ignite like a furnace. Of all the things my boss could have caught me saying out loud, this one will go down as one of the most embarrassing.
“You jot that one down, and I will punch you so hard in the throat that you won’t be able to do a speech when you win tomorrow.” I smile sweetly as I deliver my threat.
He chuckles. This time not with me, but at me. His eyes darken as he leans in.
“If you’re going to hit me, you’re going to want to make sure you knock me the fuck out so I can’t come after you for punishment,” he whispers.
My mouth drops open. The punishment I want makes a blush spread up to my cheeks. I shake my head, willing away the filthy images of me and Finn in my brain.
He strides away, greeted by the four scary-looking men. Tattoos. Killer eyes. And not a single person in this club stepped foot near them, except Dr. Quinn.
Somehow, our Head of Cardiology fits right in, like he belongs with them.
Maybe there’s more to this man than I thought.
But right now? I need another drink to forget the burning pulse still radiating from where he touched me.
Chapter 17
FINN
My cell vibrates in my pocket. Sliding it out, I see Declan’s name on the screen. I drank far too much with the Volkovs last night.
“Brother. I’m five minutes from going to an award ceremony. What’s up?”
