Nine
I followed West down the hall. He stepped ahead, his long strides forcing me to fall behind. It was a power move. I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to play with him, I reminded myself. Even if playing meant beating his smug a*s to a simpering pulp. I was sticking to the plan. I was on a doctor diet.
“Just smile and nod,” West called over his shoulder. “You can handle that, can’t you, Nurse Cleo?” He managed to look down his nose at me from the quick glance his profile gave me.
I glared at the back of his head, keeping my pace. I clenched my fingers into fists. I would not c***k my open palm against his tight a*s like I wanted to.
Up ahead, I saw the members of the Sisters of Mercy delegation. They were easy to discern. The men in the group were in business suits with pinched looks o
