He’s not.
“Thanks Sam.” Brooklyn presses the pack against her ankle and sighs.
“No problem.” He disappears, leaving Milly looking forlorn.
Damn it.I need to get rid of her, and my plan to flirt with Brooklyn has turned to shit and her friend isn’t going to just leave her with me.
“Let me take you to NYP,” I offer, referring to the New York Presbyterian Hospital.
After charming her, I planned to drop Brooklyn home with my name on her lips and wait for her toinevitablyphone me. You know, like a gentleman.
Then leap into stage two.
I was not supposed to break her. Apparently, I’m much stronger than Parker. (I’m getting that quip in now because he’ll probably punch me again if I say it in front of him.)
I smirk to myself.
I’m going to say it anyway. Fuck it.
I’ll admit I’ve messed this up. Unless Brooklyn is super trustworthy, she’s going to send me packing. For a moment I consider pulling Zayne or Killian into this plan, but the idea of one of them fucking her has my jaw clenching.
It wouldn’t be a hardship; Brooklyn McKenna is goddamn stunning. I know Killian would be onboard completely.
The rest of my plan? Maybe not.
So, I have to work this out.
“No offense, but I don’t know you.” Brooklyn barely looks at me, focusing on her ankle.
Unluckily for her, I didn’t get to where I am in life or business by taking no for an answer. Never have, and I never will.
Not when the stakes are as important as this.
It’s like the universe dropped this opportunity into my lap. The world finally seeing my father for the evil monster he is. If I don’t help his downfall along, he could get away with it.
I will not let that happen.
I crouch and give her my most charming smirk. “I told you, my name is Travis Warner. I’m the idiot who almost knockedyou over. Which, if you don’t remember, means you probably have a concussion.”
Those blue eyes grow a little bigger as her brows lift, and I’m reminded Brooklyn is a very intelligent woman. And right now, probably thinks that I’m some Wall Street broker trying to get into her panties.
She’s almost right.
“Proof that you are in fact not a doctor.”
The ice is melting, and water begins to drip over her tanned skin and along the stem of her high heel. Fuck me, it’s insanely erotic. I don’t have a foot fetish, but I’m thinking I might start.
I imagine lifting her leg and sucking her wet toes as her bare pussy awaits my cock.
Jesus. My semi just turned rock hard.
I doubt my Tom Ford slacks are hiding it either. I’m not small, and this is the only time in my life I’ve wished I were.
I cannot scare her off.
Pull it together, Warner. You need to gain her trust.
“No, I’m not a doctor.” I stand, reaching out my hand to her. “But I do have a car sitting outside, so let me take you to the ER.”
