Page 3 of Age Gap Bear's Enemies-to-Lovers Mate
He nods and shuts the door.
“What the fuck, Clint? I gave you a direct order to not play the hero and you fucking ignored me!”
“I’m fine, thanks for asking.”
“I’m not asking a goddamned thing! You, my friend, are going to take some time off and think about the shit you just pulled.”
I turn around with a growl. “Well, that shit I just pulled saved her life. We couldn’t wait for procedure to save the day, Garret!”
He throws up his hands and backs off. “Well, get back to the station and clear out. I’m going to switch your days. You need some downtime.”
I walk away. I know he’s right, but I know I wasn’t wrong. I’ll just accept it as it stands.
The next day, I call into the hospital and found out that Olivia is doing well and should be discharged in the morning. I go back to watching TV coverage and wallowing in my angry indignation at being taken off the rotation early.
A week later, though, things are back to normal. I actually only got two days off and then, Garret called me back in after two of the guys called out with a bad flu. I finished my rotation and am back on my days off, enjoying life and thoroughly enjoying not having that reason to think about Olivia Morley.
I head to the kitchen and check the fridge. Leftover lasagna from Fredo’s. Beautiful. I grab it and some beer, ready to relax.
The doorbell rings.
Who the fuck rings a person’s doorbell at night?
I grumble my way from the couch to my door and swing it open, ready to yell at some dumbass kid.
“Hello, Clint.”
Olivia Morley is standing there, looking beautiful, with her long mussed-up hair and big green eyes. She walks in without an invitation, though, so I’m not too swayed by her beauty.
“Um, excuse me? I didn’t invite you in.”
She doesn’t say a word, just looks at me with those luminous eyes. Then, she shrugs her long coat off and I see she’s only wearing a small little kimono robe underneath. Now, I’m silent.
She steps up to me and undoes the belt on her robe. It swings open and gives me a very tantalizing view. “I wanted to say thank you.” She pauses and looks down. Her hair falls over her face. “For saving my life.”
Where does this girl get her ideas about life? A Hallmark movie?
I look at her and then, all my anger just dies. She’s just so small and, well, I don’t bother to say no. I just reach out and retie the belt on her robe.
“You don’t need to do that, Olivia. You owe me nothing. I was just doing my job.”
Chapter Three
Olivia
Okay, in my thoughts about how this might go down, Clint pulling my robe closed and quickly retying it wasn’t one of them. I stare at him and whisper, “We can do this.”
He looks at me and says, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Don’t you find me attractive?”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says. It’s a breathtaking compliment. Even though I don’t particularly want to be complimented by this man, I can’t help but be affected by his words. I find myself very aroused.
I was already aroused enough. What I mean is, there’s something sort of sexy about not having a choice, if that makes sense. I don’t mean that I don’t have the right to consent or to withdraw consent. I mean I’m in a situation where I feel indebted to Clint Bruno. I can’t do that. That’s an absolutely untenable situation I can’t tolerate. So, I need to even the score. He saved my body and now he gets it.
And then I can go back to despising him.
The point is, I don’t have a choice as far as my emotions are concerned. I need to get this sense of owing him out of my head, and the only thing that can do that is sex. It’s the one thing I don’t want to give him, and so it will humiliate me and will cost me emotionally.