Chapter Three: I Don't Bite.
1289 Words
Zoe’s POV.
“Come closer.” Leo’s deep voice resonated through my body, his icy blue eyes watching me with a sharp interest that made my heart skip a beat.
Snapping out of my trance, I quickly pulled on a pair of gloves, preparing to assess his vitals. Through the latex, I could still feel the heat radiating from his body, and it was electric.
I cleared my throat, trying to focus on the task at hand.
“I’ll start by checking your blood pressure and heart rate, Mr. Black.” I said, placing my hand on his right chest, and the stethoscope on the left.
His heart was thumping hard and it made me blush. I was so close, and his sheer size made me feel small and exposed. My eyes met his melting gaze, meaning he was staring at me before I looked at him.
His muscles flexed slightly under my touch, and I found myself taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.
Leo’s hot gaze never wavered from my face as I worked. It was unnerving and distracting all at once, and I fought the urge to look away, because I didn’t want to ruin myself in this room, and his friend was staring.
His presence was overwhelming, and I could feel the weight of his stare on my chest, heavy and penetrating.
“Is this your first time doing a check-up on someone like me?” he asked, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
“Why?” I said shocked. Why did he ask that. I tried to keep my tone as professional as possible.
“You seem tense.” He replied smoothly, raising his finger to my face. “Your forehead’s sweaty.”
Was I?
Shit.
“No, I’ve handled many patients like you, sir.” I said, hiding the embarrassment in my voice.
“Ah, but I’m not like the others, am I?” he replied, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble. “You can be honest with me, miss Zoe. I don’t bite—unless you want me to.”
I paused, caught off guard by his words. Was he flirting with me? It certainly sounded like it. My cheeks flushed, and I heard my heart beat fast. I tried to ignore the way my heart raced.
I moved to his ripped biceps and placed a cuff round it. It barely fit. I was trying so desperately to hide my blush. He looked like a god, and smelled like one too. I focused on inflating the cuff, watching the needle on the gauge as it rose and then slowly fell.
Leo chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You know you look cute when you’re flustered.” He scooted closer to me, like he wasn’t already inches away.
I glanced up at his almost silver eyes. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and I suddenly realized what was happening.
He was trying to play with me, using his charm and good looks to see how I’d react. And it was working, much to my annoyance.
Suddenly all the gossip I’ve heard about him not being able to contain himself around any girl he found attractive were seeming to be true. I was a die-hard fan of his. He was my idol. He was a leading name in the fashion industry and all over the world, but his reputation with his models and famous conquests were bad.
He once dated a supermodel that worked for his company, Black’s Couture, and they were a hot item. But it lasted just two weeks. He moved on to the next like nothing happened.
It was a scandalous battle between him and the model. She claimed even during their extremely short relationship, he cheated on her with her colleagues. The matter died down so fast, and blogs said that he paid her off to shut her mouth.
It makes sense now.
“Mr. Black,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m just here to do my job. Can we please keep this professional?”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my attempt to remain composed. “Of course, Ms. Williams.”
I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. This was exactly why I swore off from dating rich assholes. They were all the same—arrogant, entitled, conceited jerks who were convinced that every woman was dying to be with them.
Just as I was about to finish up, the guy who was with him earlier that was seated, stood up and walked beside him. I didn’t really notice how fine he was, but he wasn’t like Leo.
He was a tall and handsome White-Asian man, with a lean, athletic build, contrasting his friends huge muscular build. His skin was a smooth, creamy tan, and his eyes were a nice tone of brown. He was hot, but not as hot as Leo.
“Logan.” Leo said, facing his friend. “Why’d you get up?”
Logan shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Just checking in. I thought you might need some company.”
Leo frowned, clearly irritated by his friend’s interruption. “I’m fine, as you can see, bro.”
Logan turned his attention to me, his expression softening. “Don’t mind him. He’s always like this when he’s around beautiful women.”
I blushed like a fool hearing him call me beautiful. A comment I haven’t heard in a while. I couldn’t help but smile. He seemed genuine and friendly, contrasting this son of a b***h. “It’s okay. I’m used to dealing with difficult patients.”
Leo raised an eyebrow at my comment and scoffed. He leaned back and adjusted far from the swivel chair I was seated. He seemed intrigued.
Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Leo, let her do her job. We need to be out of here real soon.”
He shifted back and was still flexing his muscles in a way only I could see. I hated how he thought I was going to fall like others, but I loved it. I quickly finished up my check-up, trying so hard for my face not to flush any more red than it was and let Leo’s tatted torso make me long for him any further.
Logan stepped closer, giving me a sympathetic look.
“Don’t let him get to you, Zoe. He’s really not as bad as he seems. He’s usually not a jackass.”
I nodded, appreciating Logan’s attempt to make me feel better. “Thank you, sir.”
Leo’s expression still remains smug, and placed his hands on his knees. He was enjoying watching my every movement. Despite being annoyed at his petty advances, I loved the thought of having caught the attention of someone like Leo Black, even if he was a bit of a jerk. And I wasn’t going to be another notch on his bedpost.
I rushed out of the room, happy and a little upset. I could hear Leo start a conversation with Logan, but the door shut me out. Why were they all like this? Rover too. They think money can buy them p***y. Well, not mine at least.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a message from the Well-Hearts hospital, the place where my mother was.
[Well-Hearts Med.co: Good Afternoon, Ms. Zoe Williams. You are to pay a deposit of $50,000 for your mother, Midas Williams, surgery in a week. Thank you.]
Great.
I wasn’t eligible for that hospital loan yet, and now these people are on my neck. Where was I going to get that money from?
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