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said not to put Angelique through. I don’t recall you saying anything about Diane .”
    “ Do not play the innocent with me! You know I don’t want to talk to her! Plus, Nurse Bennett was in the room.”
    “Diane kept asking me what you were doing Saturday night! She wanted to know if you’re seeing anyone. How am I supposed to know? I’m not your tramp-tracker? Don’t blame me for the mess you’ve gotten yourself into!”
    Brad forked his finge rs through his hair and growled angrily. “You’re…you’re…” Oh, how he wanted to say the word ‘fired’! He clenched his hands at his side.
    Bea smiled innocently and blinked her long dark lashes dramatically. “Please, put me out of my misery.”
    “You’re…you’re… a pain in the ass!”
    “Ditto. I don’t know why you’re so upset. That nurse seems like a nice girl. Not your type at all. You interested in her?”
    “Of course not!”
    “Then why are you chasing her? I’ve never seen you chase a woman.”
    Brad stood erect. “I was not chasing her,” he said through clenched teeth. “And stop doing that head snakey thing!”
    Her dark eyes popped open wide and she shook her head in confusion. “What head snakey thing?”
    Brad fumed. “This!” He did a horrible demonstration and threw his arms up in exasperation as Bea erupted into laughter. He figured he looked much like a pecking chicken . “Don’t you have work to do?” he tossed over his shoulder, heading into his office.
    “I’ve got better things to do than watch you chasing after some woman. At least she had the good sense to run.”
    Brad ignored her and slammed the door, cocooning himself in his office. He had created a mess. He needed to break up with Diane. She’d become way too clingy and demanding , and he was definitely not looking for a long term relationship—or any relationship, other than sexual. Plus, he didn’t have the kind of feelings for her that she desired. He was too engrossed in his career and, at this point in his life, had no interest in commitments or distractions. Occasional interludes with willing partners were perfect for him. From the beginning, he’d told Diane their relationship was only physical, and she’d agreed to that arrangement, seeming to enjoy the costly trinkets and gifts she received. Now things were different. She’d become stifling and needy. He’d told her repeatedly not to call him at work.
    Last night was a mistake. He should not have called her, but he’d desperately needed to release some aggression and stress. He shook his head miserably. He deserved the problem he’d been dealing with for the last few months. Although the interlude had worked out for Diane, he’d again been unable to reach satisfaction. He got aroused, enjoyed the sexual experience, remained rock hard—for hours sometimes, but that was as far as it got for him. Tripping over the edge into blissful oblivion continued to elude him. It was almost two months now since his last pitiful orgasm, and that had been achieved on his own, and with much effort.
    Last night after Diane’s orgasmic marathon, he’d gotten dressed and left, feeling empty and frustrated . He needed to end it with her, should have done it a while ago. Maybe he’d do it Saturday night. He cursed, suddenly remembering he’d promised Larry Wasko he’d go out with him. He’d have to break up with Diane tonight. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and made arrangements to see her.
     
     
    Chloe knew she was late for wor k, but desperately needed a moment to compose herself before facing her co-workers. She slipped into an empty bathroom, closed the door, and leaned heavily against it. Squeezing her eyes tight, she inhaled a deep, shuddering breath, hoping to blow away the embarrassment still burning her skin.
    Oh my God… She groaned inwardly. She had not asked him what was in his drawers! How could she make such a fool of herself? Dr. Markson was a colossal force, known for his