frown
gradually subsides and a smile creeps over his rugged features. “A
secretary, eh?” He rubs his chin, making a dramatic show of
pondering over my words. “I think there just might be an
opening at the hospital where I work. No, no, I'm serious. The
Director's office is looking for a secretary and if you could type up
your resume, I'll drop it off for you at the HR Department. That's
all I can do. The rest is up to you. You'll have to go through the
interview and stringent recruitment process like everyone else. No
pulling strings and no preferential treatment just because you slept
with their brilliant resident consultant.” He wags his finger
sternly at me, but the curve at the corner of his lip cracks his
otherwise convincingly stony expression.
“ Pulling strings? Sleeping with their sexy
consultant? I wouldn't dream of it,” I tease back. “I'm
a good, naughty secretary.” I wink at him.
His eyes widen and he tackles me on the bed, tickling me
mercilessly. I shriek and attack him back, but he is impervious to
my assault. How can anyone not be ticklish? Despite my best
efforts, I have made hardly a dent in his impenetrable, unticklish
armor.
Finally, he stops tickling me and just holds me,
allowing me to catch my breath.
“ I think that would be really nice,” he
says, stroking a strand of hair away from my face. “Seeing you
at work every day.”
I start. “But you don't check in at the hospital
every day. You work from home.”
“ I think...my schedule is due for a change. I
should cut back on my research, and see more of my patients.”
“ But that would mean two, three hours' drive, at
the very least, for you every day, to and fro...”
“ Which I would enjoy. If I can see you every day,
and have dinner with you before going home, I'll be driving back with
a smile on my face every evening,” he says softly.
I grin. “Or...you could sleep over at my place.”
He returns my grin. “Oh, are you making me an
offer I can't refuse? Fine. I'll sleep over at your place during
the work week, and you have to come home with me for the weekends.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing in his
masculine scent, the sexy smell of him, of me, of us. Julian's hand
is on my waist and I feel him tracing the ridges of my scar very
gently.
“ Do you find it...really sexy?” I smile up
at him.
“ Yes,” he breathes, pulling me close. “It
speaks of your courage, your strength, your love. You...are so sexy,
strong and beautiful...and you are mine. My beautiful Sophia, I am
not letting you go. Ever. You understand?”
“ Yes, Dr. James. Now...” I trace my finger
down his body to feel his hard, solid length. “Your incredible
sex machine has, well, increased my appetite greatly. I'm afraid it
has done its job a bit too well. So now, you—Dr. Julian James,
the man, will have to outdo your own machine.” I raise my
eyebrows and challenge boldly, “Think you can do that?”
His lips quirk up and he rolls me on my back so that I
am lying beneath him. Gathering me into his arms, he whispers, “Yes,
darling, I know I can,” before kissing me and holding me and
loving me, for a long, long time.
End
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