“Then she should therapise.”
“That’s not a word,” she snorts, crumbs decorating the lapels of her uniform.
“You understood me though, right?” I quietly caw, hissing out the words as I pour myself another cup of coffee. More caffeine that my nervous system clearly doesn’t need. I’m wired, horny, and stressed-out—maybe I’m the one who needs to see a therapist.
Doctor Mayfair is a beautiful woman, warm tan skin, slender figure, pin-straight black hair down to her hips, bright green eyes flickering with interest. She leans forward enraptured, waiting for Ezra to speak.
“I feel like this room could use some better lighting,” he deadpans blandly.
The doctor winds a length of hair around her finger and chuckles, “No, I mean emotionally, silly.”
“Emotionally, I feel like this room could use some better lighting.”
The snort of laughter at his response is out of my mouth before I can pull it back. For someone who flounders under scrutiny, I sure do seem to put myself in this position a lot. I wordlessly mouth my apology for the interruption to everyone looking my way, tugging at the collar of my uniform as a flush of crimson heat creeps up my neck.
“Is it hot in here?” I whisper to Raven.
Crossing her arms, she urges me with a head nod to look back at the circle. “She certainly thinks so.”
I see Little Miss Prissy Knickers rest her elbow on her knee, her fist propping up her chin, the curve of her ample cleavage fighting against the buttons of her white shirt directed right at Ezra. I can’t hear them over the battering of my rising blood pressure thumping in my ears.
‘Doctor Prissy Knickers,’my brain corrects, and the urge to throw something intensifies.
He smiles warmly at her, and I wrap my fingers around the handle of the coffee pot.
Her head falls back as she laughs heartily like Cinder-fucking-rella, with that dazzling white toothed smile, slapping Ezra’s knee playfully when she rights herself.
Raven leans into my side as she watches the scene play out. “Is that arousal or anger I’m seeing on your face right now? We’ve not known each other that long, so it’s hard to tell.”
“I wonder how smiley she’d be with a few missing teeth,” I bite back, my tongue pushed into the roof of my mouth as my jaw flexes. The handle of the coffee pot snaps off in my hand, and a bubble of a laugh rises in Raven’s throat.
“Anger; got it. You’re feisty. I like it,” she quips, nudging my shoulder and lifting a row of biscuits from the basket, motioning for me to hide the evidence of my Hulk moment.
“Is everyone having sex in this place?” I pout, directing the question at Raven but still studying Doctor Mayfair. The pheromones in the air right now are like an iron weight filling my lungs. I glance at him hesitantly, not entirely sure why I care so much how he is reacting to her advances. I don’t know him, not really. But then he’d have to be blind not to notice how stunning she is.
I’m startled to find he isn’t looking at Doctor Mayfair or her incredibly perky tits though. Thighs spread, leaning back with his arm slung over the back of his chair, his dark hooded gaze is trained on me. Intensely-cock-sureis how I would describe thesatisfied smirk settling on his face right now. As though he has a front row seat for the inner workings of my raging jealousy. He’s on the other side of the room, and yet the pull between us feels as strong as it does when he’s beside me. My thumping heart settles a little when he breaks the contact.Releasing me.
Disappointment and relief fight for equal space in my chest at the loss.
CHAPTER TWELVE
EZRA
The queue starts to form for med handout, and I purposefully hang back; not that I’ve ever willingly ingested any of the drugs they tout here at Blackwood. Cara is using Raven to shield her from Lenora, her shoulders relaxing when Simon ushers her out of the double doors.
Raven spots me and turns to Cara. “I need to do something…somewhere else,” she says cryptically. “You can finish up, right?” she hollers back at Cara, already shooting off for the exit and being followed closely behind by Caleb and Cooper. I suspect the‘something’is sex with the twins and‘somewhere else’ is the staff toilets.
I’ve never been accused of being a patient man, so waiting in line for my turn is out of the ordinary for me, but finally, I get what I came here for: Miss Cara Morgrieves - all to myself.
“And last but not least…” she says, chipperly scanning for a name not crossed off her list.
“Ezra Wolfe,” I finish for her as her gaze slowly tracks up to meet mine. I melt inside when I see the flush of heat bloom in her cheeks as she swallows hard. My cock stands to attention in my trousers, but thankfully, it’s hidden by the counter between us.
She nervously runs her finger down the page, chewing on her lip as she flips it over. “There you are.” She strikes a red line through my name and holds a mini container out for me to take. Rattling the pills inside it as invitation when I don’t immediately take it. She looks around at the room as patients head out into the hallway and back to the main hall.
I lean forward on the counter, open my mouth and tip back my head, making sure to keep eye contact with her.
She’s not been here long enough to know this isn’t standard practice, so I take my chance.
