Rude stared at her. Dammit. He kinda liked the idea of her nursing him. He shouldn't have mentioned the alcohol, but at least he got to see the fuzzy, dark image of her ass as she bent over. He'd even flipped his shades up for the honour. He cleaned and dressed the wound expertly. He'd been there plenty of times.
But then that left them either side of the desk, bottle between, in silence.
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But then that left them either side of the desk, bottle between, in silence.
"This...a social visit?"