buried up his own patootie.
She heard a yelp followed by a moan. Helga was currently massaging a stressed out otter shifter. Helga’s massages were a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. She could just imagine the large she-bear working as a dominatrix. Lucie had once submitted for a massage, but never again. She felt like Stretch Armstrong at the end of it.
The problem with working at a place where the majority of workers were shifters was that they rarely got sick, and when they did get injured, more often than not their own healing abilities cured them. If they needed a doctor or a nurse, it usually meant they weren’t likely to recover.
Okay, back to her problem. Go big or go home. Hmmm, the problem with Cutter was that he didn’t seem to like anything. He complained about the things he didn’t like – and there were a lot of them , but he didn’t seem to mention if he actually liked anything.
She’d seen him drink beer. Maybe she could sneak into his apartment, fill his bathtub with beer and get into it naked . Her hedgehog fluttered in delight at that idea.
Lucie decided against it. While it had its merits, she doubted she’d be able to get into his apartment – she was hardly stealthy, and she didn’t really want to walk around smelling like a brewery.
She had seen him eating cake. Well, once, when it was another agent’s birthday. He hadn’t admitted to anything as extravagant as liking it, but he didn’t spit it out on the ground. Ooh, she could bake an enormous cake, have it delivered to his apartment and then jump out of it – naked .
Again, she got encouragement from her little animal for this plan, but again, she decided to reject it. Her oven really wasn’t big enough, and the thought of being trapped inside a cake wasn’t enticing.
The right plan was out there somewhere; she just needed to latch onto it.
“Hi there,” rumbled a deep voice behind her.
Lucie and her hedgehog yelped in surprise and threw a dozen bandages into the air, scattering them all over the floor. She spun to find herself staring at a tall, handsome lion shifter.
He leaned against the doorframe, nonchalantly and gave her a bemused smile. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Rick.”
Snickerdoodles! She’d totally forgotten that their new medical examiner was arriving. She was such a scatterbrain.
She rushed forward and gave his hand a thorough shake. “No, I’m sorry, Doctor Powers, I knew you were coming, I should have welcomed you up at reception.”
The big lion shifter waved his hand. “Nonsense, I don’t want you to go out of your way for me. And, please, call me Rick.”
Lucie’s cheeks warmed. “I’m Lucie; I’m one of the nurses.”
Rick raised an eyebrow as the otter let out a cry before an almost orgasmic groan.
“And that’s the handiwork of Helga, our other nurse,” explained Lucie.
He cocked his head on one side and sniffed. “Polar bear shifter?”
Lucie nodded.
“Strong hands,” he murmured, thoughtfully. He gave Lucie an appreciative glance that, to her surprise, made her blush. “Hedgehog?”
“Yep.”
He gave her a wide grin that, if she hadn’t been so hung up on Cutter, would have made her melt like an ice cream. Her hedgehog didn’t like it, but Lucie had to admit the doctor sure was good looking. He was tall – maybe even an inch or so taller than Cutter – and he was built like a solid wall of muscle. His blonde hair was thick and wavy, framing his chiseled face. He was definitely going to turn a few heads in the office – male and female heads .
“I look forward to us working together,” he purred as his eyes roved over her generous curves.
Lucie gulped. There was definitely some innuendo breathed into those words. She tried to hide her astonishment.
“Well, I, uh, how about I give you a tour of the building, introduce you around, and I’ll get you a pass key sorted out.”
Rick gave her a crooked smile that brought out a dimple in
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