Chapter One
Josie Adkins had to stop waving her hot little ass in Houston’s face, or he was going to have to slide his hands across it and squeeze.
Which would fall squarely under the heading of sexual harassment. He could see the headline:State of Florida vs Dr. Houston Hayes. Surgeon fondles resident and loses license.
Sweet little Josie had no idea he was plotting ways to lick her like a cat does cream. She wasn’t tempting him with her curvy behind on purpose, so he couldn’t really blame her for the detour his thoughts had been taking on a regular basis.
But just how in the hell an orthopedic surgeon could be so damn clumsy was beyond him. And Jesus, was Josie clumsy.
So clumsy that at least six times a day he was subjected to the sight of her, bent full over at the waist, retrieving something she had dropped from the floor. Today was even worse.
They were alone in a semi-dark alcove, for the purpose of looking at a patient’s X-ray, only Josie had done her usual butterfinger bit.
The film Josie had been holding had slipped out of herhand, hit the floor, and disappeared under the desk next to her. She was now on her hands and knees, wiggling around searching for it.
God help him.
No one with a body that lush and womanly should be wiggling on her hands and knees unless she was naked and it was part of foreplay.
“Whoops. It just jumped right out of my hand, Dr. Hayes,” she said in a cheerful voice.
Houston counted from one to ten and back again until he was in control of himself and his bodily urges. He didn’t know what it was about her that had him hiding hard-ons left and right and sweating through three pairs of surgical scrubs a day.
She wasn’t his type at all. She was on the short side, with an odd haircut that made her light brown hair flip around at gravity-defying angles. When she smiled, twin dimples appeared and she looked about twenty years old. She talked constantly. He had heard another staff member affectionately refer to her as a cutie pie.
He must agree, because here he was, unable to look away, all too aware that her scrubs were worn thin in strategic places.
“It has to be here somewhere.” She chattered on, her head half under the desk.
“What the ... ?”
As she pulled her hand back, Houston saw she was holding a crust of moldy bread.
“Gross.” She flung it down.
Time to leave a note for housekeeping.
Josie disappeared back under the desk—at least the front half.
The back half was still in full view.
He could see her underwear.
The thin scrubs hid nothing, and the position she was in on her knees pulled them taut, giving him a clear view of her panties. They were riding up just a little, sliding into the crevice between her cheeks, fitting close and tight. There was a little red lip print stamped on each side of her panties, and he wondered what shewould do if he leaned forward and placed his own mouth right on one of those lip prints.
And bit her.
He was fascinated by the full curviness of her behind, and ached all over from the desire to taste her, to cup his hand between her legs and feel her heat pulsing through his fingers.
He wanted to know if there was a matching lip print on the front of her panties. So that if he kissed it he would feel her soft dewy mound give a little beneath his mouth.
It seriously annoyed him, this edgy uncontrollable desire.
Houston had never had a problem maintaining his professional distance with both patients and co-workers. If anything, he had been accused of being too reserved. Now this one woman, this tiny tornado of smiles and klutziness, had successfully breached his aloofness.
Impatient with his thoughts, he glanced at his watch. How long had she been on the floor? It felt like hours.
“Do I need to come back. Dr. Adkins, when you can make your X-ray films behave?” Visions of making her behave with his hand on her soft bottom flitted through his mind, playing like porn. He had meant it to sound like a cool rebuke, but it came out sounding suggestive.