“You’re going to need supplies,” I say and lead her toward a storage supply closet.
I open the closet door and ignore the look on her face. She’s surprised that I’m prepared. She wouldn’t be shocked if she knew this wasn’t our first rodeo. Knife fights and bullet wounds are unfortunate side effects of the job.
There are more than just basic supplies in the closet. I’ve got everything from a medical-grade skin staple to suture needles. There are plenty of gauzes, rubbing alcohol, an assortment of illicit and prescription drugs, and I.V. equipment for minor surgery.
Two years ago, I lost a man because I didn’t have the right equipment. It’s why I partnered with Steele Concierge Medical. It was supposed to make things easier. They don’t ask questions or involve the police. But the cartel wasn’t supposed to be there, either.
It was exclusively our facility, along with a few billionaires and wealthy businessmen who wanted the perks of a concierge center.
It was never supposed to be open to the public. Why the hell was Carlos hanging out in the lobby? If his men required medical attention, they could go to the hospital.
Madisyn had mentioned that one of his associates had been on her unit.
Who?
Ivan had shot some bastard who had attacked him, but by the time my men made it out to back his ass up, the cartel had driven off.
* * *
“You did a good job,” I say as she finishes the last of the stitches on Ivan’s abdomen after removing the bullets.
“He’s going to need to rest, and he really should get some antibiotics to make sure that his wounds don’t get infected.”
“You tell me what he needs, and I’ll get it for him,” I say.
He’s not going to a hospital, and we’re certainly not going to Steele until the cartel is gone.
“I don’t have my prescription pad,” she says.
I didn’t realize she was a nurse practitioner and could prescribe medication. Keeping her around would be handy.
Although I’d never really asked either precisely what she does for a living.
“It’s fine. Just write down what he needs. I’ll handle the rest,” I say. I give her a pad of paper, and she jots down the medications and dosages.
After she’s written down the information, I hand it over to Dmitri. “Deal with this,” I say.
“That’s how you handle things?” Madisyn asks. “You have your men do it for you?”
“I delegate orders to men I trust.” I glance her up and down.
She’s covered in dried blood. Even with the gloves that she’d used while operating on him, she still had blood on her clothes and had handled him in the back of the SUV.
“Come with me.”
She follows, but she’s not the least bit quiet. “Where are we going?”
“You need a shower. You’re covered in blood, and I need to dispose of your clothes.” There’s no chance the amount of blood that’s burned onto her scrubs will come out. “Shoes off,” I instruct before we travel up the staircase.
She slips off her black shoes. They’re at least passable. The black hides any blood, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t evidence left on her.
“I’ll have them taken care of,” I say. “Come with me.” I lead her up the stairwell and to my bedroom. She will share my private bathroom.
I open the bedroom door, flip on the light, and lead her inside, shutting and locking it behind her.
“Strip.”
“Excuse me?”
“You need to shower, and I need to dispose of your clothes. Everything off.” I gesture to hurry up.
“Fine.” She heads for the bathroom, but I block her from closing the door. “What do you think you’re doing? This isn’t a free show.”
“See, but it is,” I say, tilting my head and staring at her. “You’re going to strip down, step into the shower, and bathe. And I’m going to watch you.”
“Excuse me?” Her mouth hangs open.
Good.
“I don’t need you keeping any bit of evidence of what happened tonight. I need to make sure it’s all gone. Destroyed or down the drain. Now strip.”
“I’m not getting naked for you,” Madisyn snarls at me.
I laugh under my breath. “That’s not what you said last night.”
Her eyes narrow, and she yanks the bloodied top up and over her head, tossing it at my face. “You’re an asshole.”
“That may be, but you still fucked me. You found something irresistible about this asshole.” I smirk, enjoying the show.
She’s riled up and on fire. “Oh, there’s plenty to resist now that I see you for what you really are!” Madisyn pushes her scrub bottoms off and throws them at me.
I catch her pants this time, holding them scrunched up in my hands along with her top. “Panties too,” I say and gesture with two fingers for her to give them to me.
“Why? They don’t have any blood on them.”
“No, but they’re mine.”
She rolls her eyes, pushes them down in haste, and slingshots them at my face. I catch the black lace pair of panties and bring them to my nose. In doing so, I feel their dampness on the cotton.
“You’re turned on right now.”
I should have seen it, the stance, her dark gaze, red, rosy cheeks.
“Bra too, and the socks have to go.”