Page 13 of Seven Days
I clear my throat as I enter and they both look up. Thomas smiles and she scowls. I walk over to the desk slowly, giving her a look that says I know exactly what she’s trying to do. She looks at me speculatively and then gives me a dismissive smirk. I know it’s a mind game, but fuck if it doesn’t work just a bit.
“Just a second, Bri.” He turns back to his computer. “Clear my schedule for the week except the surgery on Wednesday. I’ll be in for that.”
“Dr. Brennan,” she points at the screen, “you have two other surgeries scheduled this week, too.”
“I see that,” his tone is snappy as he answers her. “But I also haven’t taken a break in sixteen months. I trust you can do your job and get them rescheduled for me, Mindy.”
“Of course.” She gives him a fake smile and walks out of the office, bumping my shoulder as she goes.
He shuts down his computer and stands, walking over to me. “I cleared my schedule for the week.”
“Except for Wednesday?”
He keeps a respectable distance between us as his office door is still open. “Yes, there’s a surgery I couldn’t push.”
“Does some unhappy housewife need an emergency boob job to keep her cheating husband’s attention?” I ask playfully.
“No.” He gives me an amused look. “I’m doing a cleft palate and lip correction. I volunteer and raise money for a charity that provides treatment for kids born with the condition.”
My smug attitude immediately deflates and I feel like a total asshole.
“I’m sorry, Thomas. That is a really incredible thing to do. It was a total dick move for me to make that assumption.” I reach down and squeeze his hand.
“Don’t worry.” He lowers his voice. “I did push a breast augmentation and rhinoplasty back. The sad housewives can wait while I have my fill of you.”
His eyes dart over my shoulder and down the hall before coming back to mine.
“And you can pay for that comment while you’re on your knees with my cock down your throat tonight.”
7
THOMAS
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Bri looks so good sitting beside me. The hot sun beats down on her while strands of her hair fly around in the wind. I want to take her home and spend the next thirty or so hours lost inside her, but first we need to grab some dinner.
“Chinese okay?” I ask as we come to a traffic light.
“Yeah.” She smiles over at me. “That sounds great.”
I set my hand on her thigh, sliding my fingers inside one of the rips in her jeans. Her pleased smile at the move makes my chest warm. It’s unimaginable that someone would be stupid enough to sabotage a relationship with her. If Jack wasn’t her dad, I’d make her mine in a heartbeat.
I shake that thought from my mind because it’s not going to do us any good. Thoughts like that are why I went cold and distant earlier. I was inside her and my inner caveman kept bellowing ‘mine, mine, mine.’ But she’s not mine and she never will be. We just need to let this chemistry between us burn hot and fast. It’ll fade out sooner or later.
“Go ahead and order on the app for carry out.” I hand her my phone. “Just order me what I have saved under favorites.”
“Do you always order the same exact thing?” She looks at me from over the top of her sunglasses with an amused expression.
“I like what I like.”
“Rigid,” she teases me with a laugh.
“I’ll show you rigid tonight,” I say as I grab her hand and put it on my crotch.
“It is,” she gives my cock a squeeze, “mildly impressive.”
“Mildly?”