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She’s not getting away again, that’s for sure. I come up with something fast. It’s not a brilliant idea. George is certainly not a fan of it, but it’s the one I have for now.

I let April and Physio Guy go in first, and follow them a few steps behind. We all exchange good mornings and get into the elevator together.

When its door is about to shut, George puts his hand to stop it. “Dominique Bresson? There’s a package for you at the reception desk that needs your signature. Do you mind coming with me?”

Aced it. You’ve just earned yourself a raise, kid.

“Sure. See you in a bit, A.” Why so smiley, Bresson? “Good day, Gunn.” Whatever. I still force the edges of my lips to rise into something that resembles a smile.

April doesn’t bother looking my way before throwing very accurate accusations at me. “Have you no shame?”

“None. I’ve come to assume I was born without any.” That gets me a smile. She tries to hold it in, but I see it. It’s there.

The door finally closes giving me the privacy I was so desperate for. We’re in silence and the air around us is electric. I know she’s affected by my presence.

“You forgot to push the button for your floor, Doc.” I hit minus one and once the car starts moving, I know the clock is running. I unbutton my jacket and, with one hand on her waist, turn her body to me.

“What are you doing?” Now she’s bothered enough to look me in the eye.

“Stopping myself from going mad.” That’s all the warning she gets before my lips come crashing down on hers.

I descend on her, unleashing all that’s pent up inside. One hand goes to her neck, the other moves down her ass. She grabs my body with the same force, sealing us together. April is mid moan when I push her away at the ping announcing the doors opening.

“Top of the morning to you, Doc.”

She’s frozen in place, arms hanging in the air, where my body used to be. Ponytail halfway down, lips swollen… she’s ready to be fucked—so says my hard cock. The doors begin to close and that spurs her into action. She clears her throat and makes her way out of the car. But she suddenly turns back, holds the doors open with her arms and looks up, inspecting the top corners of the elevator.

“Funny thing. All cameras are down for maintenance,” I tell her as I button up my jacket to hide my erection and push the button for my floor.

April’s laughter is loud, melodic, and full of relief. Her entire frame bounces in sync. She watches me with a mixture of scolding, but a little bit of pride, too.

“Bye, Mr. Gunn.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

april

I’m still high from Liam’s kiss when I walk into my office, but the feeling fades when I find Max on my couch. What makes him think he can just waltz in here when I'm not around? I don’t get the chance to ask before he jumps me.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry. Have you seen it?” He holds me by my shoulders, his eyes pleading heaven knows what.

“Seen what, Max? Are you okay?” My eyes fall to his knee. “What happened?” He’s once again not wearing the brace he’s supposed to, but he’s standing fine.

Dom enters through the connecting door without knocking. Why the hell is everyone inviting themselves in today? Max and Dom exchange a knowing look, and my anxiety skyrockets.

“Max, you’re scaring me. What’s going on? Did something happen to your knee?” I begin to crouch down to check on it, but he stops me mid way.

“It’s not that, I’m fine,” he reassures me, flexing his leg up and down to prove it. “Come, sit.”

He beckons Dom, extending the invite to him. “Remember when I said American paps weren’t as bad as the ones from here? Well, some fucker took photos of us leaving the condo yesterday, and some more of us getting here, holding hands and shit.”

Who cares is my first thought, but the look on his face suggests I should care a fuck lot.

“They, of course, twisted to make it look like it was the walk of shame or whatever. It’s online, and it’s gone viral.” He squeezes my hands in his, brows furrowed so deep, he looks almost cartoonish. “Now they’re saying we’ve been having a,” he makes air quotes, “‘torrid affair’ since I was in the States. I’m so sorry, Dr. Hadden.” He hangs his head. “Those bloody wankers. Absolute fucking bellends.”

Well, that’s a relief. This doesn’t sound half as bad as the scenarios my mind was fabricating had something happened to his knee. The mere thought of the years of research and work at stake sends a shiver down my spine. Brrrr. I give my arms and shoulders a good shake to send the bad juju away.

This fake news? This is nothing.