can catch
parvo and stuff from New Species, right? I was kind of
worried but Tiger swore it was bullshit. Do you know
Tiger, Dr. Norbit? It’s not true, is it? I can’t catch any
animal diseases from working with New Species, can I?
Because that’s something I would really hate. I think they
should give us hazard pay if that’s true. My mom says I
should go to a vet and get vaccine shots just in case bec
—”
“Shut up,” Slade snarled.
Trisha jumped at the tone of Slade’s voice and Bart
closed his mouth. She swung her head to glare at Slade.
He shrugged.
“He talks too much. It annoys me.”
Trisha tried to hide her disgust. “I promise you can’t
catch parvo from New Species, Bart. Thank you,” she
stressed those words, “for telling me where we are going
and why.” She shot Slade another nasty look. “Some
people don’t appreciate someone who is polite but I
certainly do.”
Slade turned a little, faced her more from his position
on the seat, and smiled as he crossed his arms over his
broad chest. He openly stared at her breasts and kept his
focus there. “I can be really nice when I want to be. I
know how to stimulate conversation.” His gaze rose and
he winked at her. “I’m pretty good with my oral skills
when I’m motivated.” He glanced down to her lap and
his grin widened. “I’m very good with my oral skills.”
You son of a bitch. Trisha ground her teeth, refusing to
say it aloud. He wasn’t talking about conversation and
she knew it. Why did he always try to annoy her? Maybe
he thought he could embarrass her by his blatant sexual
innuendos but she was a doctor. She took a deep breath
and forced a smile. She’d been harassed by drunk men in
the emergency rooms far too often to allow him get the
best of her.
“Oral skills are always a wonderful thing to have,
Mr. Slade.” Her gaze lowered to the crotch of his black
pants, lingered there. She slowly allowed her gaze to
travel up his body to examine every inch of him until
they were staring into each other’s eyes. She saw his
smile had faded, knowing her actions had wiped the
amused look from his face. “I guess you could say I have
a real oral fixation myself.”
She smiled wider at him, licked her lips, letting her
tongue glide slowly over the surface. His jaw clenched as
he adjusted his weight. She noticed his interest.
“Good conversation is very important, don’t you
think? It’s so stimulating and pleasurable if done right.
As a doctor it may surprise you how much I’ve learned
on the subject. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a really
good conversation and sometimes I nearly ache from
wishing someone could stimulate me.” Her eyes
narrowed. “But unfortunately I haven’t met anyone yet
who I want to really talk to. I just keep meeting jerks who
have no finesse.”
He growled at her. She chuckled and turned away
from him to stare out the window to watch as they left
Homeland. The guards at the gate just waved the SUV
past. Trisha didn’t bother to look at Slade. She was afraid
he’d be staring at her still. She turned toward the
window and shifted until she found a comfortable
position.
“I hope you both don’t mind but I’m going to take a
nap.” She couldn’t resist. She turned her head to meet
Slade’s gaze. He still watched her and his amazing blue
eyes looked at her without amusement. He actually
appeared angry.
“Have a nice nap, Dr. Norbit. I’ll wake you when we
get there,” Bart offered. “Mind if I listen to the radio?”
“Not at all.” Trisha turned back to the window,
realizing how tired she really was.
* * * * *
“Hurry,” a male roared. “Drive faster. He’s right on
our ass.”
Trisha jerked awake as she slammed against the
window. She groaned as pain exploded at the top of her
forehead. She was half asleep, disoriented, as she jerked
her head to glance around the SUV to see what was
going on.
Slade