Indi smirks.
“Don’t call her that, Annie,” I mutter.
Indi smacks my arm. “Annie, I like my nickname. You can call me Pixie whenever you want.”
She looks over at me and sticks her tongue out.
Bad move.
My entire brain immediately goes to a wildly inappropriate place. “Careful, or I’ll bite that tongue,” I whisper.
Indi giggles while raising an eyebrow as we walk out into the hallway, and I pinch her ass the second she steps in front of me.
“Caleb!” she gasps while smirking.
“What? I can’t help staring at your fine arse in that skirt.” I lean closer to her ear. “You’re making me hard just looking at you.”
“You’re a fiend,” she says, turning away to scribble something on her notepad.
I move in behind her and press my semi-hard cock against her side. She bites her lip but pretends to ignore me.
“Caleb—”
“Indi,” I murmur before lightly biting her earlobe.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I am working?” she asks, turning to face me.
“You can say it as many times as you want. Doesn’t stop me wanting you.”
“We already had our sexy goodbye last night. You don’t get another one,” she says before turning back toward her notes.
“Really?”
She glances sideways at me. “Yes, really.”
Being near her lights me up in ways I can’t even explain.
“Okay,” I sigh dramatically. “But can you at least bend over a little more for me?”
“So you can ogle my arse again? Absolutely not, rockstar.” She leans in and kisses me softly.
“Indi, you can take your break now if you’d like,” another nurse says, interrupting us.
I glance up, and the nurse smirks at me knowingly.
“Oh really? I’m not due for another hour,” Indi replies.
“Go on, hun. Looks like you’ve got company. I’ll keep an eye on the Slade girl.”
I grin instantly.
“Thank you, Ingrid,” Indi says.
“Don’t even think about it,” Indi warns while pointing at me.
“And what exactly shouldn’t I be thinking about, Miss Malone?” I ask innocently.
“I know you’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy. The on-call room is not a place for sex, Caleb.”