In fact, while I was watching the boring presentation earlier, I kept getting whiffs of his spicy, cinnamon scent, and it took me back to last night and how incredible it was.
“Fine,” I say, nodding. “I’m sure I can find ways to amuse myself for a few hours.”
I don’t intend for it to come out so sultry, but Dr. Kincaid’s eyes narrow at the tone anyway.
“Meet me in the lobby at seven.”
He stalks off without another word, and I watch as he disappears around a corner. It takes me a second to realize that the empty feeling occupying my chest is there because Imisshim—what the actual fuck? Shaking my head, I make my way up to the room and step out of my loafers. Pacing the room for a few minutes, I debate calling Ari and telling her what happened. Except, no matter how I paint it, she’d call the cops on Doctor Devil’s ass so quickly. I love her for it, but she’s too protective for this.
No, I can’t tell her.
But maybe I can frame it in a way that makes it seem like we both had too much to drink and that it just happened…
I’m calling her before I can change my mind. The nervous energy is going to burst out of me soon if I don’t tell someone.
“Hey!” she says, breathless.
“Hi?”
“Sorry, I’m… on a run,” she adds.
I bark a laugh. “Is there a gun to your head?”
“I’m trying… something new… okay?” she pants.
“Okay. Well, lucky for you, I have a funny story so you don’t need to talk while I explain how it happened.”
“You slept with him,” she says quickly.
“Um, what?”
“That was… quicker than I expected…” She coughs and swears. “Running is… for the devil…”
“Jesus, Ari,” I giggle. “Maybe try slowing down so you don’t pass out.”
She groans and there’s a few moments of silence as she catches her breath. “Fine. Go on. Tell me how you slept with Doctor Pretty.”
I frown. “Now he’s Doctor Pretty?”
“Well, yeah. This is like some sort of office rom-com playing out. One room. Enemies to lovers. And now the hate sex. You’re so predictable. So, how was it?”
“Trust me, it is not a rom-com.”
More like a horror book… but in a good way?
“Oh, boo. Was it bad?”
“No! It was incredible. I’ve never… had sex like that,” I add quickly, trying to find the right words. “We’d had a little too much to drink, and it just sort of happened. Afterward, he went back to his bed and he hasn’t mentioned it at all today. I’m trying to figure out if he really doesn’t remember or if he’s waiting for me to confess first.”
“Hmm… probably the latter. And if this follows all of thethey’re in denialbooks I read, neither of you is going to admit it because you’re both bullheaded as fuck. Oh my god, this is so exciting! Please update me tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow?”
“Because he’s definitely going to want to fuck you again tonight.”
I scrunch my nose. “I doubt it?—”
“Trust. Me. Are you guys going out again tonight?”
