Once? Not enough

Chapter 20: Avoiding me because you've caught someone else?

"Why do you get nervous seeing me?" he asked her directly.

"I am not..." Amy just felt embarrassed.

The transactional relationship between the two of them was never meant to be public. She didn't avoid him, so should she greet him openly?

Evan clearly had no intention of letting her get away with it. He stepped forward, approaching her until his tall figure backed her up against the washbasin.

Instinctively, Amy stepped back until her lower back hit the marble countertop, and she had nowhere else to go.

The man slightly lowered his head, his angular face coming close to her, "Are you avoiding me because you've caught someone else's fancy? Is he more generous, offering you a higher price?"

Amy's eyes widened abruptly, instantly grasping his insinuation.

"He's my leader and mentor, not what you're thinking. Our relationship is purely professional," Amy couldn't help but explain herself.

She might be timid and suffer from social anxiety, but she wouldn't allow anyone to defile Grayson.

Grayson was the most gentle and kindest teacher she had ever met.

Evan sneered at her words, and once again closed in on her, his overwhelming presence engulfing her, every word he uttered was a warning.

"Grayson isn't someone you can afford to mess with, got it?"

Amy frowned, not understanding his implication.

Evan took a step closer, his hand lifting her chin, his words dropping one by one into her ears.

"If you're short on cash again, you can come to me for a transaction. We're old acquaintances after all, with high compatibility in bed. If you show good performance, I might even raise the price."

Amy's face flushed an intense red.

She pushed him away with all her might, her ears burning and her mind buzzing.

"It's over between us, let it end here," she finished saying and hastily fled the restroom.

It wasn't until she was out in the hallway that her heart finally stopped pounding. Amy held her burning face, trying to calm herself down.

She couldn't believe she was just harassed with dirty jokes in a bathroom by a man!

On the face of it, the abstinent doctor who seemed so cultured had no restraints in his speech!

Just then, Evan emerged from the restroom and Mr. Grayson, having just paid the bill, saw Amy in that state and couldn't help but blame Evan.

"What did you just do? Why is my assistant all flushed? She’s shy, a good girl. Don't tease her."

Evan grimaced, muttering lowly, "Really? A good girl?"

Good enough to climb into his bed at midnight, good enough to sleep with him twice?

Grayson intervened: "Amy, don't mind him. He's just like that, direct and lacking in emotional intelligence. You should ignore him."

As if Amy could afford to ignore him.

She avoided him every chance she could.

When they left, the man's slender forearm accidentally brushed her hand. Amy quickly contracted her fingers as if a current had passed through her.

She wasn't sure if it was intentional.

But now... she was immensely sensitive to all her senses.

It seemed that whenever he was near, all her composure would crumble, her pores dilating as if magnified, which was odd.

...

In the afternoon, after Grayson had dropped them off at the hospital and left following a phone call, Amy continued with her surveying work under the guidance of another mentor.

Since the hospital's layout was in drastic need of redesign, Amy was responsible for measuring data on the entire third floor.

This included the general internal medicine office and Evan's consultation room.

Amy worked meticulously, surveying all buildings and the terrain until she slowly made her way to Evan's consultation room.

Fortunately, the man was preoccupied with a patient and couldn't attend to her.

After explaining her reasons, Amy dove into her work, burying herself in the task.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that examination bed in the inner room, involuntarily recalling the time she lay there, lifting her shirt for him to press on her belly.

The pressure and warmth of the man's fingers seemed still to linger on the surface of her abdomen, warm, ponderous, solid.

Her cheeks colored slightly as she averted her gaze.

Amy continued to immerse herself in her work.

She was short, holding up the measuring tape with one hand while tiptoeing to reach the ceiling. Her short T-shirt lifted due to her movements, revealing a small section of her pale waist.

So slender, it seemed it could be snapped by just one hand.

Evan finished with his patients and stole a glance her way without seeming apparent.

Just one look, and he could not look away.