Page 32 of Lethal Attraction

There’s so much that can go wrong with this plan, but I can’t help my growing excitement. Just thinking of seeing Thalia again has my heart pounding as we close out our charts and gather our things from the breakroom. Taryn is discussing her next date with her wife as we stroll through the hospital. I tap away on my phone, slightly distracted as I order an Uber.

“I want details,” my friend proclaims. “If you don’t go and scoop this woman up, I’ll spread the Dr. Dreamy fiasco all through the ER.”

I chuckle as we exit through the automatic doors. “I’ll give you details—” My sentence stops dead as my eyes adjust to the scene before me.

Waiting at the circular curb of the main road is my car. It sits idle, the headlights illuminating the walkway as Thalia rests propped against the passenger door. She looks stunning in all black—the dress she wears reaches her mid-thigh and clings to her figure, her legs are clad in fishnets that travel down to the chunky platform shoes she wears, and her hair is in a half-up, half-down style with her loose strands water falling over her shoulders. She wears a thick leather jacket that stops at her waist and dark sunglasses over her eyes.

Taryn elbows me frantically. “Holy fuck!”

I’m stunned as I stare at the woman who hasn’t left my mind for a moment since we last met. Thalia pushes her sunglasses up, revealing those pale, beautiful eyes as they light with recognition, and she smiles. “Dr. Dreamy!” She waves her hand animatedly before motioning to my vehicle behind her. “I brought your car back! I even put gas in it.”

Taryn slaps my arm, shunting me out of my shock. “Pick your jaw up and say something, Casanova!”

“H-how is your shoulder?” I stammer, my neck heating with embarrassment.

“Smooth,” Taryn snorts. “I’ll leave the two of you to catch up.” She waves to Thalia before dipping off into the parking garage.

The raven-haired woman smiles. “It’s perfect. See?” She moves her shoulder in a circular motion before beaming. “And it’s all thanks to you—”

“Where the fuck have you been?” I fully snap out of my trance, stalking over to her as the questions I’ve been sitting on push to the forefront. “Why the fuck did you leave against medical advice and why did you steal my car?”

Thalia’s lips twitch. “There’s the Reed I know. I had other matters to deal with.”

She says it as if it’s so…obvious.

I place my hands on my sides as I shake my head. “You broke into my apartment and…”

She points an accusatory finger at me. “You were sleeping.”

My brows hit my hairline as my lips thin. “Thalia, your initials are carved into my chest. Did you have to drug me?”

She tilts her head, blinking those big, beautiful eyes. “No, I guess I didn’t have to.”

“So you admit it,” I accuse.

“Oh, yeah,” she smirks. “I definitely did that.”

I rub a hand across my mouth, turning away from her in disbelief. I shake my head as I join her in her crazy delusion. “This is insane. Will you go out on a date with me?”

She blinks. “Wait, you’re not mad at me?”

“Oh, I’m furious,” I say in a disapproving tone. “But I can’t sleep with a woman without taking her out first. This is ass backwards, but at least let me get to know you.”

The corners of her mouth twitch before a full, breathtaking smile graces her face. It lights up her features, making my lips part at how dazzling she looks. “I am hungry. Eight hours is a long drive.”

I walk over to her, brushing past as I open the passenger door to my car and place a hand on the small of her back. “Then allow me.”

We get trapped in each other’s gaze, the air sparking between us in undeniable tension. It’s been there from the very start—fizzling and growing grander with every passing day. Taryn was right. I’m smitten with this woman.

“I’ve missed you,” Thalia whispers as her eyes bounce between mine. “Have you dreamed of me?” Her hand slides up the chest of my scrubs, and I bite the inside of my cheek.

Feeling her touch after thinking of her nonstop for days is torture, and seeing the little glint in her eyes tells me she knows what she’s doing. I grab her hand in mine before slowly lifting her knuckles to my lips and placing a chaste kiss over her skin. “Get in the car, Little Devil.”

She rolls her lips in to hide her grin as she ducks down and eases into the seat. Before I can close the door, I cup her cheek and turn her head to face me as my lips ghost over hers in a hesitant kiss. She pushes up, deepening it until she hums a moan, and her taste explodes across my senses. It’s quick and heated, but I couldn’t resist touching her for another second.

I pull away, my head spinning as I press my forehead to hers. “I missed you too.”

“Reed,” she whispers hesitantly. “What are we doing?”