Page 40 of Full Service

I bet he could make a napkin look brilliant.

I’d very much like to see that.

“Thanks,” he says and then runs a hand through his wet hair.

I sigh and rummage around in the box once more, pulling out another shirt and bringing it up to his head and scrubbing at it. It’s not a towel, but it’ll do.

“Do you honestly not have an umbrella?” I ask, standing far too close to him. He smells like rain and wind and fucking sex.

He swallows, and his eyes slide down to my lips, his body trembling slightly. “No. Who owns an umbrella in Southern California?”

“Adults,” I reply and step a little closer to him, our bodies brushing. Everly lets out a stuttered breath, smelling like mint. Like a nice piece of candy.

I want to gobble him up.

“You should really own one.”

“Do you have one for me lying around in here?”

I let my hands fall to his shoulders, and he leans toward me.

“No. But you need one. You’re going to catch a cold walking around like this,” I say, my voice nearly a whisper.

“If I get sick, will you take care of me, Dr. Sinclair?”

The way he says my name, a whisper against my lips makes my entire body flame. My hands slide down his bulky arms, feeling the way those muscles move beneath my fingertips before quickly pulling away.

If I keep touching him, there’s a good chance that I’ll end up bent over my desk and begging. And I can’t do that.

“If you were on death’s door, I would,” I reply and then take a step back. “But you’re an adult, you can take care of yourself.”

“I get very needy when I’m sick. I never had a mom growing up.”

My eyes flash to his, and I see his bottom lip jut out. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs. “She left when I was a baby. It’s just been me and my dad. And he was always working. When I was sick, I was left to fend for myself.”

“I didn’t realize,” I say, and Everly smiles at me.

“It’s fine. How could you? We’re practically strangers.” He lowers his voice. “Even though you did have your tongue in my ass.”

My cheeks flame, and I feel my cock perk up. I did. My tongue was all up in him.

“That is very inappropriate.”

“So is rimming your TA in your office,” he teases, and my face falls.

“You’re right,” I say, taking a step back and walking on shaky legs to my chair. I sit down and run a hand down my tie. “That was inappropriate. Everything about this is. And it won’t be happening again. I temporarily lost sight, and my mind, but it won’t happen again.”

“Dr. Sinclair—” Everly begins, but I stop him with a slash of my hand. I’m glad he said that. I’m remembering that I need to get my shit together. This very well could get me fired, and I can’t risk it all for a goddamn boy.

“I could lose my job, Everly,” I hiss and then shake my head. “You should go.”

His shoulders slump slightly. “Come on. It was a joke. You can violate me anytime. Seriously.”

My cheeks burn, and I sit stiffly in my chair.

“Won’t happen again. Goodbye, Mr. Winslow.”