Page 141 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

So hot.

Wait a minute, what the fuck is going on here? I have no restraint at all when it comes to him. Who even am I? This is an intel mission only.

Go to work.

“Henley, I have to go.”

“No, you have to come.” He smiles darkly against my lips as he pumps me with his hips.

I so do.

No, play it cool.

“You’re a fucking sex maniac, Henley James.”

“You make me one.”

I climb out from under him and stand. “Saturday.”

His eyes hold mine. “Saturday . . . ,” he whispers darkly.

The air swirls between us, and damn it, can he feel this?

Whatever this is . . .

I kiss him quickly, and without looking back I walk out the door. I bounce down the steps feeling triumphant, and I just want to jump and punch the air.

Touchdown!

“Good evening, Mrs. Greenwell.” I smile as I walk into the room. “How’s my favorite patient?”

Mrs. Greenwell’s eyes light up. “Here she is, my favorite nurse. Hello, Juliet, I’ve been waiting for you.”

I fluff up her pillows and adjust her bed. I look over her chart. “You had extra pain management last night.” I glance up to her in question.

“Yes, terrible night it was.” She shakes her head. “And I don’t like that Michelle. She’s not very nice, is she?”

Michelle is a shift manager and no, she’s not very nice. Not that I’ll ever admit it.

“Behave, Mrs. Greenwell.” I smile as I readjust the pillows some more.

“She has a terrible bedside matter, and seeing as I am in bed . . .” She raises her eyebrows sarcastically. “I think I should know.”

I giggle. Mrs. Greenwell is in her late eighties and has a broken hip; she’s been in the hospital for over a month now and is quite the character. I find myself thinking about her on my days off.

“How has your day been?” she asks.

“Fantastic.” I smile. “I’m walking on air.”

Mrs. Greenwell smiles. “Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with a certain grumpy neighbor, would it?”

“Maybe.” I beam.

“I live for your stories.” She pats the bed beside her. “Tell me everything.”

“Well.” I drop to sit on the bed. “Just quickly. I have to get back to work. I went over today to see him, and he asked me on a date to the opera on Saturday night.”

“He did?” Her eyes widen.

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