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schedule, or my medical history, or possibly my grades. It was my personal shit, like she had been given her very own window into my college history and my life. “When was the last time you took a dose of your prescription?”
    “About four hours ago.”
    “Okay. The dosage is every four to six hours. Take one now. I should be back before you need the next one.”
    “Sure.”
    “See you around two or three in the afternoon, then?”
    She walked out the door before I could answer, shutting it behind her. I slumped a little, letting out a deep sigh. What the hell was I going to do with her?

7
    Samantha
    I had to get out of there. I couldn’t be around him for one more minute. I also needed to cool off and give myself a healthy dose of perspective after mouthing off with Dr. Jeffries.
    I drove back to the athletic training center to park the shuttle. Before heading to class, I ducked into one of the washrooms on that floor, locking the door behind me. When I caught my reflection in the mirror, my eyes went wide. I was flushed and hot and so out of sorts I barely recognized myself. Dousing my face with cold water, I gave myself a long, hard stare.
    What the hell happened to me? The minute he walked into Dr. Jeffries’s office, my panties were wet. One minute, no problem. The next, my body responded to Evan as though he’d reached across the room and touched me. Why did I react so strongly to such an ignorant jerk? Logically, my disdain for him was front and center. Everything he’d said since I met him was either rude or conceited. Too bad my body wasn’t being rational right now. It was as if he’d turned into a strong magnet and I was just a paperclip. I was attracted to him yet also fighting the urge to grab him around the throat and shake him until he shut up. There was no fighting these strong push-pull urges. Or maybe I just needed some air after being dealt such a shitty career-altering hand from a cursed deck of cards.
    Thank goodness I didn’t say anything too crazy to let on about what was going on in my head and my core. Every nerve ending was firing, and every pore on my skin answered to some ancient call that his presence demanded. Just my luck that he happened to elicit just about equal doses of magnetism and hostility for me. It made me wonder whether the women who found their way into his bed just ignored the annoying parts, or if he never gave them enough time to see that side of him—not until he was done with them. It had to be the latter if these girls he slept with were dropping panties left and right to give up their goodies when he had such a piss poor attitude. Something he said or did could make a woman believe she would have the time of her life with him, once she parted her legs and gave in to his charms.
    Well, that was not going to be me.
    Except, darned if I didn’t want to do that very thing too. He hadn’t even had to try with me. At least, I didn’t think he’d tried. Or was he just that good? He had tall, broad and fit body like he was carved out of marble, and naturally tanned skin going for him. I had seen a lot of athletes’ bodies over the past three years as a student in the athletic training program, and his was something special. His smoking hot good looks didn’t hurt. Those dark brown, alluring eyes, almost cupid-bow lips, his defined jawline with just a hint of scruff on his chin, and wavy brown hair so thick I could lose my fingers in it if we were to kiss.
    This was exactly why I was the wrong person for this assignment, no matter what I’d said to Dr. Jeffries back there. Picturing myself kissing Evan? Having an ache in my belly to know what it was like to feel him touch me? And this hot blush rising in my cheeks when I imagined him with no clothes on? I was sure to go mad for the next six weeks.
    I leaned against the wall of mirrors opposite the sink, wishing I had enough time to undress and step into a cold shower. Anything to undo the effect he had on