Chapter 9
Ridge
It’s her.
This is the last thing I expected.
I watch Robyn – Dr. Keller – disappear through the door to the side of her office.
My eyes drop to her ass, which looks good in those tight jeans.
I drag my gaze away.
Nope. I can’t be doing that. I also can’t think about the sounds she makes when she comes or how damned tight her pussy is, because that would be inappropriate.
I consider speaking with Councilor Reed and having myself removed from this assignment, but quickly reconsider.
I can compartmentalize work and what happened all those months ago.
I don’t have feelings for Robyn…Dr. Keller.
I enjoyed our night together, but it certainly isn’t going to cloud my judgment.
I’m a grown-ass male. I’m quite capable of thinking with the head on my shoulders.
She glances my way as she closes the door.
Councilor Reed told me to assume guilt, and I understand her reasoning now.
It would be dangerously easy to dismiss Dr. Robyn Keller.
She’s warm and approachable. She comes across as sweet and slightly ditzy.
Not the together head of department I expected to meet.
Maybe it’s all a ruse. A show to mislead.
I might have fucked her once, but I know nothing about her.
Not a damned thing. She could very well be guilty.
I pull the laptop toward me and start with the staff credentials system.
I start filling in the framework, mapping what I’ll need to review first. I’ll start with IT and stay out of everyone’s way until after the staff meeting this afternoon.
I need access to everyone’s devices, including Dr. Keller.
That means I need to liaise with the IT department.
I need to know if Dr. Keller is communicating with anyone on the Mainland or outside of official channels; it’ll show up somewhere in her digital footprint. There would be deleted messages, encrypted apps, and irregular login times. I need someone to give me administrative access.
I could ask Carla. She’s right down the hall and would probably trip over herself to help.
I look at the door Dr. Keller went through.
She said she had to check on a patient. That door must lead to a shortcut through to the surgical wing.
If I follow her, I might catch her in the middle of something useful.
A phone call she doesn’t want overheard.
A conversation with someone she shouldn’t be talking to.
She won’t expect me to be right behind her.
Robyn Keller is my primary objective.
My dick stirs at the thought.
Nope. Not in that way, buddy.
I remind myself that she could be guilty.
I stand, button my suit jacket, cross the room, open the door, and step inside—
Robyn whips around, eyes wide. She throws the jeans in her hands directly at me.
I catch them. The denim is still warm.
She’s in her underwear. A white cotton bra and panties. The set was bought for comfort, not display. My dick doesn’t seem to care.
Fuuuuuck.
My body responds before my brain catches up. Every rational thought I had five seconds ago evaporates, and what replaces it is base and immediate and completely unprofessional.
I want to fuck her again.
Robyn is all curves. She has full hips, a soft stomach, thighs that could make a man lose himself.
Her breasts are generous, straining the front clasp of that plain white bra.
The fabric is thin enough that I can see her nipples through it.
I know what they look like, bouncing with my cock deep inside her. They tighten under my scrutiny.
Oh hell!
Her white cotton panties do nothing to conceal the dark hair between her legs. I know how she tastes, and I’m practically drooling for another.
I suck in a breath and get a lungful of her. Warm skin and something musky and female that goes straight to my groin.
My cock is fully aware of what’s happening, even if the rest of me is still standing here like an idiot.
“What the hell?!” Dr. Keller shrieks.
She snatches a shirt off a nearby chair, giving me an unobstructed view of her backside as she twists away. It’s round and generous. I’m reminded of how it jiggled when—
No!
She spins back, holding the shirt against her front with both fists. Her face is scarlet. Her eyes are murderous.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawp at me? I was right, you’re a stalker.”
“I’m…” I start. “I didn’t expect to find you in a state of undress.”
“It’s a bathroom, asshole! Unless you were hoping to catch me mid-pee. You don’t have a urination fetish, do you?”
“A urination… What the fu—? No!”
I have to hold back a laugh because it isn’t funny.
None of this is. My pants are uncomfortable and getting worse by the second.
I have never been more grateful for a buttoned suit jacket in my life, because without it, she’d have a clear view of exactly how much her body is affecting mine.
Even with it, I’m not confident she can’t see my erection.
She pulls the shirt higher against her chest. Her knuckles are white around the fabric.
“I’m changing into my scrubs so that I can do my rounds.” Her eyes drop to the door behind me. “Would you mind leaving?”
“Apologies. I didn’t realize.” My voice comes out level, which is a small miracle. “Once you’re done, would you mind directing me to your IT consultant? That’s all I needed from you.”
“Ask Carla!” she growls.
The look she gives me could strip paint. My body doesn’t care. If anything, her anger makes it worse. She’s damned sexy when she’s angry. Her eyes blaze, and her cheeks have gone pink.
“Will do.”
I put her jeans down on the edge of the nearest surface, turn, and walk out, closing the door and leaning against it for a second.
Shit!
That was awkward.
Back in her office, I sit down at the corner table and stare at the laptop screen without reading a single word on it.
I run my hand over my face and let out a long breath.
Several minutes pass before the door opens again. Robyn – make that Dr. Keller – emerges in a pair of blue scrubs and white rubber-soled shoes. Her hair is still in that same careless ponytail. Her expression could freeze lava.
She does not look at me. She does not acknowledge that I exist. She walks straight across the office, shoes squeaking against the floor with every step, and out through the main door.
I still find her attractive, and it annoys me to no end.
It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to act on it. Dr. Robyn Keller is an assignment. A name on a list. I’m here to determine whether she’s betraying us.
End of story.
The sooner I do it, the better.