Page 58 of Secret Obsession

I held my breath, staring at my cell as if a text would come through anyway.

“Get a grip, woman.” I got up and did some jumping jacks to shift the energy in my body. “I have complete control over my urges.”

I was going to spend the evening watching a movie with Karma and then go to bed. Normal stuff.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I gasped.

No way!

I threw myself to the floor and hid under the coffee table.

What was I doing? It wasn’t like whoever was in the hall on the other side of the door could see me through the solid wood. Now I wishedIcould see through the door. It couldn’t be Hawk? He didn’t have my address. Or did he?

Karma woke up, her button eyes alert. She took a deep breath, the way she did when she was getting ready to go into a barking fit. I gently wrapped my fingers around her muzzle.

“Shhh, Karma. Shhh,” I whispered.

“Lila!” a man’s voice called out from the hall.

Was that him? It didn’t sound like him. But the voice was familiar, though.

Karma barked close-mouthed, my fingers still muzzling her. Her yips escaped from the side of her snout, making her cheeks puff out.

“Lila, open the door. I know you’re home,” a slurred voice said, making my skin crawl.

Dr. Creep. What the fuck was he doing here? And how didheget my address? Jerk probably illegally searched my personal file for my confidential info.

I let go of Karma and went to the door. A quick check through the peephole confirmed it was him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I yelled as I checked that all my locks were secure.

“I want to talk. I brought a bottle of wine.”

Creep of the century. “No, thanks. Bye.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Who the hell did he think he was? “I said no. No means no. Leave. Now.”

The handle jiggled as he tried to open my door. “Come on, let me in.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me. “Go away.” I thought about calling the cops, but I didn’t want news of this to reach the clinic. I didn’t want to seem like I was causing a problem because, let’s face it, it would look like I had overreacted. He would probably tell everyone that I had flirted with him, invited him over, and then changed my mind and had a hissy fit.

His daddy dearest was the director, after all. He would take his son’s side. And from the rumors I’d heard, his dad was just as bad as his son in his younger days, even though he’d changed his ways by the time I had started working there.

“Come on, Lila. If you let me in, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Well, someone had a really high opinion about his skills in the bedroom. “No, thanks. I’ve got my vibrator for that.”

“I was talking about your job. If you want to keep your position after assaulting the head of plastic surgery and the director’s son, then open the fucking door.”

Well, fuck. Like father, like son. So much for the #MeToo movement because it sure as shit hadn’t reached my workplace yet. “Not interested.” He could shove my job up his ass. I wouldn’t go this far to keep it, even if it was the best clinic in the city. I’d find another place to work, even if it slowed down my career advancement.

Fuck men! Suddenly, all thoughts of Hawk disappeared. “And thank you, Dr. Rothwell.”

“For what?”

“Helping me get over something. Goodnight.”

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