Page 21 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

“Is there a reason you’re treating me like just another patient?” I asked.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. “I bumped you up to get treated right away, and I called you a lift. I don’t do that for all my patients.”

“You don’t look very happy to see me.”

“Why should I be?” she asked. “We’re nothing to each other.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Her words sank in, pushing through the last of the alcohol still clearly in my system.

“You organized me a lift?”

She nodded. “I called Brad.”

“What!” I cried out.

“I thought you needed to get home.”

“I do, I just don’t need it fromyou.”

That came out wrong. Damn it. I didn’t want Brad to see me like this, a stupid old man with a sprained ankle because I’d fucked around on a thirteen-year-old’s skateboard.

“Well, I’m sorry I tried to help. Shall I call Brad and cancel? I’m sure he’ll be thrilled since I woke him up.”

I bristled and glared at Rebecca. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and she’d folded her arms over her chest. She was fiery, and despite the anger, she was so fucking beautiful. How could someone be so magnificent in their anger?

Rebecca leaned down so that we were face-to-face. I was painfully aware of her cleavage. Her scrubs looked hot as shit on her, and her breasts were to die for. I knew that from experience.

“I get that you don’t want commoners to meddle in your business, but unfortunately, uscommonfolk are what make the world go round, so your elite people can build your fortunes.”

I frowned. “Who the fuck called you common?”

She glared at me, and I glared right back, and all I could think was that I wanted to kiss her. She was only inches away from me.

The atmosphere shifted between us as if she realized how close we were too. Her eyes flitted down to my lips. It was so fast I might have missed it, but I’d been staring into her dark eyes, getting lost in them.

If I’d had the use of both my feet right then, I would have grabbed her and carried her to one of the supply closets. I wanted to get her out of the scrubs and naked. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast to get that sassy attitude back in its place.

I wanted that cheeky mouth wrapped around my cock, and—

“Dad?” Brad’s voice broke the spell.

Rebecca straightened.

“What the hell’s going on?” Brad demanded.

“Nothing,” I said.

At the same time, Rebecca said, “He sprained his ankle pretty badly.”

“How?” Brad asked. His eyes were still thick with sleep, and he wasn’t in a good mood. Brad was the last person I would have called.

“It’s a long story.” I sighed.

“Let’s get you home.” Brad huffed. He turned to Rebecca. “Thank you.” He touched her elbow, and warmth flowed between them.

It shot a pang of jealousy into my chest. I wanted that warmth with her, but when she turned her eyes on me, they were cold and guarded again.

“Good luck,” she said.

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