“Thank you for coming, Ms. Smith.”
I swallowed and tried to focus. “Yes, doctor.”
“Have a seat please.”
When I moved to sit, I could feel his eyes dance over me. From my face, down over my chest and down. Every muscle in my body tensed with anticipation and my breath caught in my chest as his eyes ventured down, skipping over my crotch to my legs. I flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement when I remembered that I was wearing the same black lace panties I had on that night at the party.
Armand seemed to be unaware of the torture his eyes were causing as he spoke.
“I’m quite happy with the improvement Mr. Smith has made so far. If he continues on this trajectory, we should be discharging him soon. Tonight is crucial in how he evolves. If he remains stable through the night, then that will be a major win.”
I nodded, unable to say much else at the moment as I was battling with the sensations dancing across my body.
“I called you in here to give you a list of rules I’d need you to help him follow strictly. We must keep them in mind, as he’s not a hundred percent yet.”
“Okay.”
I watched his lips move as he listed a number of dos and don’ts, fascinated with how they looked so sensual and kissable.
After he was done, I cleared my throat. “I want to apologize for not keeping an open mind when I found out that you were Dad’s doctor.”
“I understand,” he nodded. “An experience like ours could have a way of skewing things. But I would like to reassure you that my commitment at work is entirely professional.”
I grinned and leaned towards him. “So the sexy rake I met at the party won’t show up at work at all?”
His eyes passed quickly over my face and lips and rested on…
Oh my God! Leaning towards him had put my cleavage right under his eyes. I saw his eyes flicker and then he bit his lip.
At that moment, he stood and stepped in front of me. A slight hesitation gripped my body as his cologne wafted over me. I popped open my mouth, unsure of what to say but finding myself staring intently into those eyes that were so irresistible. He suddenly brushed his massive body past me.
“I think it’s time to go on my rounds. Can we go see your Dad first?”
Fuck! I snapped out of the haze and I pushed my shaky legs to react and follow him as we headed toward the wards.
When we got into the room, Dad was awake again. His eyes wandered over us both as Armand perused his charts once again.
“Afternoon, Mr. Smith.”
“Afternoon, doc. Did I miss something?”
I looked over at the still confused expression on Dad's face and smiled. “Nothing, Dad.”
“You should still be sleeping, Mr. Smith.”
“Sorry, doc,” he said in a drowsy drawl. “I couldn't resist staring at that sky out there.”
From the corner of my eyes, I glanced at Armand to see him look up from the charts, then towards the stunning night skyline that my dad was pointing at to through the million-dollar-views of his windows.
I was stunned by the view. I took an involuntary step towards it, and I heard my dad laugh. “Gotta love my Ella. She’s exactly the kind to wander off whenever she sets eyes on beauty and art.”
His voice called me out of my hypnosis. I stopped and stared back at him. He gave me an audacious wink. “I get you, sweetie. Anything to take your mind off the subject of your old man’s dreary old heart.”
“Of course not, Dad.”
My eyes met Armand's. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes darker than usual, while his expression seemed like he was focused on something deep in my mind. He smiled at me and nodded to my father.
“I believe any view of a skyline that beautiful can keep one’s mind healthy and sober. It can surely work for magical nights,” he said, glancing at the view and back at my eyes.