Page 3 of Dr. Damaged Protector

"He doesn't look like he's had a rough day," she chuckled as she looked away.

"Probably because he has someone to take the stress away," I responded, lifting the drink to my lips.

It was her turn to gaze at the outline of my face, arms, and thighs. It lingered on my neck for some odd reason.

Instinctively, I covered it with my hand. "Your gaze is fierce."

"Does it pierce?" she asked.

"It does."

"Of course."

She blinked twice and giggled, "We were accidentally rhyming."

"Must have been the timing." I played along.

"Stop!" She playfully punched my shoulder as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Seeing her laugh was like medicine. The tired look on her face had disappeared entirely.

"Thank you," she said softly. "I needed the distraction."

"Think nothing of it," I said.

We talked about ourselves. I shared details about my career and why I had started. She shared hers as well; although she was a little vague about what she used to do, she shared that she always wanted to start a nonprofit.

"I just want to give young girls and boys the chance to find other means to escape the situation they were born into," she explained. "Well, it might just be a tall dream. I'm not even completely out of mine."

After she was done speaking, she turned her attention to her glass, rubbing her index finger around the rim, a sad smile on her face. In a way, I understood what she meant. Being born to humans, like my parents, made me wonder if I would ever escape or there would come a time when I wouldn't depend on them. I did achieve it.

"It's not a tall dream," I said. She lifted her head in surprise.

I continued, "I know it seems like you can't escape your current situation, but you will. You just have to face the problem head-on without backing down."

Her bewildered look switched to a satisfied one.

"You know, that was enough to make my heart skip a beat," she said with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm glad it worked," I sighed.

She moved her thighs in such a way that it caught my attention. Those succulent laps, crossing each other, appealed to me, even as her skirt seemed to move a little higher. I wanted to touch them – to know how they felt and how she would react.

I lifted my eyes to her breasts: C-cups.Or maybe that might be the bra constricting them.

"There's the predatory gaze," she said, looking at me like she had caught me stealing sugar.

"Forgive my French, but a body like yours…I don't think I've been interested in anyone's body, and I've seen several," I explained.

"You've seen several bodies?" She raised a brow.

"I'm a doctor," I smirked. "It's kind of a perk that comes with the job."

I was only teasing her. As I mentioned, I wasn't interested in people's bodies and focused on saving their lives, but…

"Your body is an exception, catching my interest without you having to do anything," I praised her.

"Is that so?" She uncrossed her legs. "You have to let me do a little work. I don't usually like free things handed to me unless I can give back."

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