Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Julian
My jaw aches with how hard I’m grinding my teeth. I don’t understand my reaction to her. While it’s been a while since I’ve slept with anyone, my body hasn’t reacted so strongly—and involuntarily—to a woman since I was a teenager.
Swallowing hard, I swing my gaze across the street.
Trying to clear my head of Leena’s body stretched across the driver’s seat, giving me the perfect view of her firm ass.
The phantom feeling of what it was like pressed against me as we stood by the counter, my arms holding her to me, is still lingering.
Visions of my fingerprints marking her hips with my tight grip as I thrust inside her overwhelming me . . . and my dick.
My vibrating phone catches me off guard, and I retrieve it from my breast pocket. The name of the physician recruiter I’ve been working with flashes across my screen.
Afraid my voice will be gruff with desire, I squeeze my eyes closed in an attempt to rein in my inappropriate thoughts.
My chest expands and shoulders rise with a deliberate deep breath.
I really don’t need an erection tenting my pants in the middle of the street, especially right before a meeting that would bring me closer to home.
And, if I'm lucky, to this sexy and alluring woman.
“I’m so sorry, I need to take this call,” I say. “Hello.”
Leena’s face falls and eyes drop to her twisting hands, effectively hiding behind the curtain of her curls. Shit!
I’m not blowing her off. In fact, it’s the opposite.
Even with all the reasons I’ve been pursuing this big change and move across the country, today’s chance meeting with Leena has swiftly added even more motivation to return to South Carolina.
I cannot explain how I know today was a short but life-altering meeting.
Therefore, I cannot mess this opportunity up.
“Dr. Jacobs, hello. It’s Alisha. I know we’re due to meet soon, and in my email, my instructions were to meet in the second floor lobby at the information desk. But we’ve changed conference rooms, so meeting in the main lobby would be much closer.”
The physician recruiter continues to ramble in my ear.
A strong compulsion pulses through me, wanting to block everything else out except for her.
Needing to pay attention to where Alisha is telling me to meet her has me turning around to face Grind House up the sidewalk.
By not looking directly at Leena, I hope I can stay focused and quickly end this conversation.
Afterward, I’ll be able to give her my complete attention. Get her number and see where this is going. Because there is something in my gut telling me I need to pursue whatever is happening at this moment.
When I’m finally able to end the call, I turn back to Leena.
“No,” I mumble in dismay, stepping into the empty parking spot.
Gripping my neck with both hands, I stare unseeing at my camel colored shoes contrasting with the pavement. Did that conversation go longer than I realized? Why would she leave? Without her number—or even her last name—there is no way of finding her.