Matthew stood motionless, the key held loosely in his hand. Sari’s words, laced with reckless heat and the heavy truth of her arousal, vibrated in the tense air between them. He felt the sting of her predatory smile, the raw, explicit challenge in her eyes.
He dropped her keys onto the small table next to the door with a soft thud that broke the spell.
“You’re drunk, Doctor,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of all the dangerous amusement that usually glittered in his eyes. He didn’t step away, but his control was a freezing wall. “And despite your incredibly graphic and surprisingly detailed update on your reproductive cycle, you do not look fuckable. You look desperate, you look exhausted, and you look like you need a glass of water and eight hours of sleep. I don’t take women when th
