Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
There’s a crease between her eyes, and she looks deep in thought.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She nods, then says, “I feel strong enough to leave the hospital. I need to get to work.”
“Okay.”
I get up from the armchair and head to the nurse’s station, where Jasmine is hunched over a computer while sipping on a cup of coffee.
“Cassia is ready to leave,” I inform her.
Jasmine startles so badly that the coffee goes flying to the left, and the pen hits me against the chest while she lets out a shrill shriek.
I catch the pen, and as I place it down on the counter, I say, “At least it wasn’t the coffee.”
“So sorry,” she apologizes while scrambling to clean the mess the coffee made.
“Will you let the doctor know?” I ask. I gesture at the spilled beverage. “Once you’re done.”
“Yes,” she replies breathlessly.
I walk back to the room, and when I open the door, which I don’t recall closing, it’s to see Cassia pulling her suit pants over her bare ass that’s plump as fuck.
I stop dead in my tracks.
Christ.
I should backtrack and shut the door, but the only muscle moving is my cock, which is hardening at the speed of fucking light.
Then she takes hold of the white hospital shirt and pulls it up her torso and over her head. Her hair falls over her shoulders, her olive toned skin smooth except for where the stitches were removed yesterday. The surgical mark is red and swollen in the middle of her lower back.
The bullet missed her spine by an inch.
She grabs her bra, and I get a glimpse of her left breast as she fastens the strap behind her back.
Fuck, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.
I watch as she adjusts her breasts in the cups, then my eyes lock on the scarred skin on her bicep.
Reverse and shut the door.
Instead of getting my ass out of the room and giving her privacy, my feet remain glued to the floor.
I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and at the same time, Cassia glances over her shoulder. Her eyes flick to me, then they widen.
I turn my head and seeing Dr. Anthony, I step backward and yank the door shut.
My voice is hoarse as fuck as I say, “Give Cassia a minute.”
The man smiles politely at me. “I’m glad she took some time to heal. She needs to take it easy, though. Don’t let her do anything strenuous for at least another two weeks.”
As I nod, the door swings open and Cassia glares at me, but then she notices Dr. Anthony before she can lay into me.
Her tone is tense as she says, “Morning, Doctor.”
“Morning. I hear you’re leaving us today?”
“Yes. I feel much better.” She moves backward so Dr. Anthony can walk into the room.
I stay out in the hallway while he checks her chart before writing something on it.
“I’ll have pain medication delivered to your house. Use it when you have pain,” he tells her.
“Okay.”
“I’ll need to see you for a check-up.”
“I’ll see if I can make time. I’m going to be really busy,” she says.
Dr. Anthony nods. “If you can’t come see me, then at least have another doctor check you.”
She nods, then holds out her hand. I watch as she lifts her chin when she shakes the man’s hand, and I realize she does it to appear taller.
“Thank you for everything,” she murmurs while giving him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, which are much darker than usual.
Is she scared of the man? Because that’s the only time I’ve seen her eyes darker.
I tilt my head as I glance between her and Dr. Anthony, who’s walking toward me.
He gives me a smile before heading down the hallway.
I turn my attention back to Cassia, only to be met by an angry glare.
“Don’t ever come into a room while I’m getting dressed,” she hisses.
Knowing it was wrong of me to do, I own up to my mistake and say, “I’m sorry.”
I notice her cheeks are flushed, and her anger gives way to an embarrassed look.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she hesitates for a moment before asking, “Did you see anything?”
When I stare at her too long without replying, she starts to look downright mortified.
Is she self-conscious?
Nah, someone with her body can’t possibly be self-conscious.
Unable to lie to her, I nod.
Her eyes widen, and she practically squeaks, “A lot?”
When I nod again, she turns away from me while letting out a groan. “Oh God.” She lifts a hand, brushing her palm over her forehead and hair while muttering, “I’m just going to die now.”
Wanting her to feel better, I say, “For what it’s worth, you have a sexy ass.”
“Oh Jesus,” she squeaks.
I gesture up and down my chest. “And the front is…” Fuck, I suck at this, “…not bad either.”
“Please stop talking.” She darts past me and hightails it down the hallway.