Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) by D.D. Parker

wanted to stick up for myself and shut this prissy bitch up. But I had also never been in a confrontation before, and I couldn’t get into blows now either.
    Alexander stepped between us. His muscular back formed a protective shield between the oncoming Sadie, who was walking with the determination of an amateur boxer.  
    “Sadie, this isn’t what you want to do. Let me call you a cab.” Alexander’s voice wasn’t commanding, but it was still strong enough to give her pause. I noticed she had stopped her oncoming assault and crossed her arms, pouting like a little girl who didn’t get her lollipop. She cocked an eyebrow and spoke in her drunken slur, getting thicker by the minute.  
    “This isn’t over.” She turned, having to hold herself up with the armrest, and made her way to the door, failing to grab the handle properly the first time around.  
    “Just tell the bodyguard I’ll have someone here for you.”
    “Fuck you.” And she closed the door. Alexander turned and let out one tense breath, shaking his head in disbelief.  
    “What the fuck was that all about?” he asked me, more rhetorically than actually expecting an answer. I was grateful for that. I didn’t know if I would have been able to offer up any sort of explanation. That would require me coming clean to Alexander about everything, and I wasn’t ready to do that.
    It seemed so selfish. And maybe it was. But I just didn’t want to let him go just yet.
    “Mr. Cruz,” a voice said from the crack of the open door, “you’re up.”
    He looked at me, his eyes taking me in, and in the excitement of the moment his arms instinctively wrapping around my waist and drew me into him, pulling me unexpectedly. I felt our bodies meet, electricity shooting off between us, sparking every nerve in my body, lighting all my cells on fire. It was a physiological connection as much as anything else, something almost atomic about it.
    The adrenaline was now crashing over the both of us in tidal waves. I felt the bulge of his jeans up against me, my breasts pushed against his strong, muscular chest. My hands found their way over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. He looked at me and pulled me in harder, tighter.
    Closer.
    He craned his neck down and our lips met, brushing against each other, ever so slowly. It was torture, feeling his moist lips, warm breath, a flick of his tongue across my upper lip. It sent a fireball straight to my center. My knees were weak, making me so very thankful he was holding me against him so closely.
    So close.
    Our lips met again, this time without teasing. They parted, our tongues dancing, passion exchanging between us for the very explosive first time. My fingers twined into the scruff of his hair that trailed up towards the top of his head. I gripped him tight and pushed him towards me, not wanting to let go.
    He tasted so incredible.
    His hands traveled down and cupped my ass, bringing me up higher. I felt his bulge grow against me.
    “Sorry, Mr. Cruz. You’re up,” the voice repeated from behind the crack of the open door, music spilling in over him.
    We broke our kiss, not very easily, and looked at each other. He stole one more kiss and one more squeeze of my ass and grinned. I noticed himself readjust his hard-on, concealing the bulge before hitting the stage.
    I smirked at him. “Good luck. Even though you won’t need it.”
    “See you after?” he asked, although something was telling me he didn’t think he even had to ask.
    “Sure,” I said, feeling my confidence level shoot up to irregular levels.  
    He consumed me with his gaze, I could feel him admiring every inch of me as he separated from our embrace.
    I knew I wanted him. I wanted him at whatever price he came with.
    I just wasn’t expecting that price to be so high.

CHAPTER TEN

    ALEXANDER WAS SMOLDERING HOT, STANDING there on the raised stage, clutching the microphone stand with both hands as he sang his spell. Because that’s what it was.