Page 18 of Doctor Bossy

Iknew the exact moment the shock left her body, and her awareness settled. Her eyes met mine and flared slightly before dropping to my lips.

Instantly, my body came awake.

Fuck.

Why did I keep putting myself in this position?

Catching her had been an instinctive reaction when I saw her about to head into the ditch. I could tell she was distracted during our whole walk, her mind far away. She wasn’t chattering the way she usually did when she saw me. That should have been a nice relief, but I found that I missed the chatter because she never talked about trivial nonsense like some women her age. We either discussed aspects of my research that she found fascinating, or she spoke about her work on genetic testing and how she fell in love with research in the first place. I enjoyed listening to her perspective and correcting some of her assumptions when they needed adjustments.

I hated to admit it, but I found our conversations to sometimes be the best part of my day.

But today, it was different.

She was quiet and introspective, and there was a faint line of tension on her forehead like she had a problem she couldn’t quite figure out.

I didn’t want to ask, but every instinct in me urged me to find out what the problem was and, if possible, solve it for her. It was a ridiculous thought. I was no one to her, and I didn’t want to give her the impression that I was overly interested in her life. Our relationship had already gone much farther than I intended it to go, and it was partially my fault for not having security ban her from coming here all the time.

So why didn’t you do that then?

Unfortunately, I didn’t have an answer to that question.

Or maybe I did,I thought as I stared down at her eyes, felt the heady rush of desire traveling through my body, and felt my cock standing at attention.But it wasn’t the answer I wanted.

It wasn’t the answer I wanted to want.

I immediately set her away from me and took a determined step back, willing my body to calm down.

She blushed. “Thanks. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Seems like you have something on your mind,” I said, finally giving in to the urge to ask.

She shook her head.

“Tell me,” I implored.

“It’s nothing,” she said with a smile and pointed out the restaurant across the street. “Is that the place?”

I glanced at it and nodded. Jerry’s Cafe was only a few blocks away from campus. It has stood on the same corner for ages and might as well be the school canteen because of how many students and faculty come here daily. Usually, around lunchtime, it was packed, but since it was already several hours into the afternoon, I thought it might be winding down by now in preparation for the dinner rush.

“Come on,” I said as I started toward it. I held her arm as we crossed the street—not trusting that she wouldn’t get into some type of trouble on the way there—but then let it go the minute we arrived at our destination. The familiar face of one of the regular waitresses greeted us at the entrance.

“Hello, Dr. Griffin,” she said as she wiped down a table. “I’m so glad to see you back.”

I glanced at her. It was an odd thing to say. I came here to eat almost every other day, and she still always acted like it was a surprise.

“Yes,” I responded simply.

“We kept your favorite table free for you,” she said in the same tone of voice, fluttering her eyelashes at me. “As usual.”

I noticed her expression falter slightly as her eyes shifted to Becca.

“Who’s this?” she asked.

“Is the table ready?” I asked instead of answering the question. Her features tightened slightly, but she nodded and turned around to walk us to the table, throwing looks over her shoulder the whole time.

Once we sat and she had taken our order, she scurried off somewhere. Becca gave me an amused look.

“Wow,” she said. “Come here often, huh?”

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