Page 134 of Entangled

Acheck-up?

There’s wicked intent in the curve of Beau’s lips as he opens his medical bag. He slings his stethoscope around his neck with easy confidence.

“Now, what brings you in today, miss?”

I stare at him uncertainly. “To my... room?”

His lips twitch but he gives me a patient look. “To my surgery.”

Beau reaches out a large hand for me to shake, and I drop my stare. He has lovely hands, with neat, trimmed nails and well-kept cuticles. So different from Jayk’s, rough and heavily calloused and demanding.

I slip my hand into Beau’s, and he shakes it.

“Doctor Beaumont Bennett, I’ll be performing your examination today. And you are?” His fingers brush over my pulse, and I shiver, my body sparking to life with awareness.

“Oh.” I bite my lip. “Is this a... role-play thing?”

My cheeks heat. I haven’t done that.CanI do that? I work the lip between my teeth, staring at Beau’s stethoscope, glancing at his medical bag.

At his chest.

This can’t be too difficult, surely. Beau can check my pulse and make me drink some water and then he’ll... okay, I have no idea what he’ll do. I’m not at all sure what Beau is like when he’s not shattering my soul on a riverbank with his best friend. Still, he’s been feeding me cheese and wine and compliments all night.

I’m sure he’ll be very sweet.

Maybe he’ll give me a lollipop after.

Beau raises one brow, waiting, his palm warm in mine.

“I’m Eden,” I whisper hesitantly. “Eden Anderson.”

Releasing my hand, he smiles in approval, and I can’t tell if it’s Beau’s pleasure that I’m playing his game—or if Doctor Bennett is pleased to meet his new patient.

“It’s real nice to meet you, Miss Anderson. It’s not every day I get a patient as pretty as you walk through my door.”

Mydoor, he means. My lips twitch at the silly charade.

But, if he were my doctor...

I arch my brows primly, and I tease, “I don’t think that’s very appropriate to say, Doctor Bennett.”

At the word “doctor,” he pauses, his eyes flaring dark and hot.

“Now, now, Miss Anderson, let’s not throw around accusations,” he scolds. His gaze travels lasciviously over my bared breasts, my stomach, my pussy—I feel it like he ran his hands all over me. “A girl like you should trust her doctor, don’t you think?”

Some of my amusement fades, and my tongue runs over my lip as I shiver, something about his tone hitting differently.

Okay. Okay, this is fine.

Beau might be sweet... but I don’t think Doctor Bennett is going to be handing out lollipops.

As if reading my thoughts, my doctor raises one firm brow. “You are going to put yourself in my hands, aren’t you?”

I breathe out shakily, wondering where this sudden, violent arousal has come from.

“Yes, Doctor Bennett.”

“That’s a good girl.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small, black device. “We’re rather short-staffed here today. Do you mind if I take a recording—for my notes? It will be held in strictest confidence, of course, unless you choose to share it.”

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