Her abundant tits nearly spill out of their dainty constraints. The glimpse alone is enough to make my pulse stutter and my attraction reignite.
Fuck.
For a brief, damning second, I can’t look away.
My dick fills once again.
Marcella catches me gawking and her cheeks immediately flush crimson red. She narrows her eyes and her lips part like she’s about to say something. Then thinks better of it.
If I’m not mistaken, for the first time since this deposition started, the woman looks almost shy. Embarrassed.
Quickly, she stands and straightens her jacket, breaking the spell. “Thank you for your time, Dr. McGloughlin.”
“You’re welcome,” I rasp because my mouth is dry as a bone.
Our gazes lock. The air between us is thick, charged—an almost tangible energy. Crackling with a heat and tension so intense, if we don’t look away we’ll set the whole damn room on fire.
I jerk my head back and wrench my eyes to the table. I’ve never experienced something so potent in my life.
Suddenly, I’ve never wanted someone the way I want Marcella Delgado. It’s a problem. A dangerous, fucking reckless problem.
I’ve made a lot of questionable choices when it comes to sex.
Her?
It’s a line I can’t cross.
Won’tcross.
Marcella Delgado could ruin my life.
Why in the fuck do I want her anyway?
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One Week Later
SeamusMcGloughlinislate.
I drum my fingers against my desk, inhaling slowly through my nose.
He’s already dragging his feet, and we haven’t even begun.
Across from me, Sarah Mahoney checks her watch. “He’ll show. You know how this goes. People don’t like facing reality, even when it’s the only way forward.”
I offer a single nod.
No emotion. No invitation.
This isn’t about patience.
It’s about control. Nothing more.
I already know what I’m going to say. How I’m going to get him to listen.
The reality is, my offer is his only option if he doesn’t want to have a malpractice suit on his record. Whether he wants to admit it or not.
