Page 55 of Scoring Chances
He grabs a cough drop and unwraps it. “Open up.”
I do as he says and he pops it into my mouth. His finger slightly trailing against my bottom lip.
“You should wash your hands. You just touched an infected.”
He grins. “I will. After I help you out of your wet clothes.”
“What?”
“It helped the boys cool down.”
I pull the covers over myself and try to hide. “That’s okay. I think I’ll just wait it out.”
He rips the covers off me. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’ll help, Cassidy. Come on.”
I glare at him. “Are you sure this isn’t just a ploy to get me naked?” I croak.
He rolls his eyes. “You wish, you perv. Arms up.”
I don’t have much fight in me to keep it up so I lift my arms reluctantly. He slides my tank off. His hands trailing up my body the entire way.
I lay back onto the pillow and he reaches for my shorts to unbutton them. If I didn’t feel like death warmed up to me… I might actually be turned on by the feeling of his hands all over me.
Instead, I feel a delightful prickling in the back of my head.
I recognize the feeling. There’s a word for it. I can’t remember what it’s called right now that my brain feels like mush. But it’s the rush of oxytocin that gets released when someone plays with your hair or whispers softly into your ear.
I close my eyes and soak up the sensation as he drags my shorts down my thighs gently.
When I’m down to just my bra and underwear he goes to the closet and grabs the spare sheet. He pushes the comforter down to the floor and shakes the sheet open, letting it float onto my body.
I don’t say anything. I just let him work. I let him take care of me.
He reaches for the washcloth and wrings it out over the bowl of cool water. “Lay back all the way.”
I sink down further onto the bed and he pulls one arm out from under the sheet, sets it on his lap, and dabs the cool cloth over it. He starts at my hands and works up to my shoulders. Then repeats it with the other arm. When he drags it over my chest I think I actually purr.
He chuckles to himself.
“Don’t. Say. a word,” I warn him.
He bites down on his lip and looks at me. “So you growl when you’re frustrated. And purr when you’re relaxed. You’re basically a kitten.”
“Maybe,” I say slinking down into the bed further.
“I hope you feel better, Princess. Get some rest. Text me if you need anything.” He speaks so tenderly to me I nearly forget that it’s my boss saying these words to me.
I nod, my eyes already drifting off to sleep.
I awake at some point in the night to hands checking my forehead and cheek. I barely open my eyes but deep teal eyes are inspecting me. The lamp next to the bed shining behind him.
He says something but it sounds muffled. “Huh?”
Strong arms help me to sit up.
“You need to eat,” he says.
I shake my head. But he’s already pushing a spoon of something up to my lips.