In fact, the dark bags that normally shadow his upper cheeks are gone, and his lips quirk into a small smile as he continues conversing with his colleague.
I inhale sharply as he lets out a jovial laugh, and my eyes hang on his expression. He’s lighter somehow, and…happier.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I moan out loud when the sugary liquid hits my taste buds. He ordered me a hazelnut latte.My favorite.I didn’t realize he’d been paying attention the last few mornings when I ordered my coffee to the room, but I must’ve mentioned it at some point.
Dr. Kincaid’s colleague says goodbye, wishing us a good day before departing. Once he’s a few feet away, he looks down at me as he takes another sip of his coffee.
“Sleep well?” he asks.
My heart stutters in my chest when his lips form a frown, and his eyes grow a shade or two darker as he watches me.
“Fuck,” I whimper, fists curling. “Dr. Kincaid?—”
I can’t look away from him, and the room begins to spin as I contemplate whether or not he’s fucking with me… because my intuition is telling me he remembers waking up, and he knowsexactlywhat he did. That thought sends a delicious shiver down my spine.
But why isn’t he apologizing? He’s a decent person, or so I thought.
It can’t have been the first time he did it, so he must have some way of handling the aftermath of his… condition.
He must sense my dilemma, because he tilts his headever so subtly,as if daring me to say it.
He’s not going to admit it until I do.
Suddenly, I see how this game is going to play out.
He knows I was faking it when I pretended to be asleep, and I know he’s faking it when he pretends it never happened.
It’s a game of cat and mouse—and for whatever reason, the idea of fucking with him just as much as he’s fucking with me is… tantalizing.
The thing is, I have no idea if I’m the cat or the mouse in this scenario.
“Fine,” I tell him, keeping my expression neutral.
His jaw tics as he studies me just as closely as I was studying him just a minute ago. The intensity of his stare has me shifting my feet to tamp down the throbbing between my legs, and when I do, I feel his cum leak out of me.
This is so fucking wrong.
“What about you?” I ask, my voice just a tad too hard.
His eyes light up again, like he’s enjoying this game as much as I am.
“I slept better than I have in years,” he admits.
My eyes scan his face, trying to findanyindication of what happened… but there’s nothing. He’s either really good or I’m completely out of my mind and he truly doesn’t remember.
Though, it feels like the former.
He’s good.
He has to be—he is the devil incarnate, after all.
“That’s great to hear,” I tell him, finally looking away.
My heart is racing in my chest. It has been since I laid eyes on him—or rather, since everything happened last night. Thank God I have a contraceptive ring, or else I’d be hightailing it to a pharmacy right now for the morning-after pill. The thought of a sexually transmitted disease runs through my mind, but it’s too late now—what’s done is done. I make a mental note to get tested once I get back to San Diego because you can never be too sure. The thought of going to the doctor’s office when I actively try to avoid it…
It’s fine. It has to be done, and it’s fine…
The caffeine begins to hit my bloodstream and mixed with the adrenaline from last night, I suddenly feel lightheaded and tired all at once. The result is dizzying. I’m just about to excuse myself when Dr. Kincaid turns to me and begins speaking.
