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mentality was
not something she wanted turned in her direction. To the other doctors, she was
a void. She came, did her job and left with a minimum of fuss. That was why the
nurses loved her. She didn’t question their ability and they didn’t question
hers.
    Once the flare of shock of being discovered had faded, she
had enjoyed needling the captain. For all he had seen as a cop in the big city,
his bug-eyed expression conveyed just how much her appearance had scandalized
him. And intrigued him. The hard-on he had sprouted both that night and when
she had examined him made no mistake of his interest.
    Poor man. His innuendos might suggest he was willing to play
her game, but he hadn’t a clue what it meant to be truly submissive. However,
the battle to win his compliance was bound to be epic. Men like DeWinter never
relinquished total control. He had a single-minded focus on his job, blinding
him to everything else in existence. That type of focus, while admirable, did
not lend itself to the ability to give up control to another.
    In the fifteen years she had been engaged in the lifestyle,
she’d met her fair share of men who talked a good game but changed their tune
after the first few encounters. She had quickly grown tired of men using her to
scratch their kinky itch and then wanting to turn the tables and show the
“little woman” who was boss. Experience had made her picky about whom she
touched and who was allowed to touch her. It was going to take more than a
killer grin and a verbal promise to obey to earn her respect in the playroom.
    Pity though. He was quite hunky.
    She handed off the good captain’s file to the admin, then
retrieved two walking casts from the supply closet before heading toward his
room to see him off. Although another twenty-four hours of enforced bedrest
would do him good, his test results were all good, and there really wasn’t any
reason for him to stay the night, despite the nurses’ protests. They did enjoy
flirting with the man. Fortunately for DeWinter, his sister was more than ready
to force him into resting for at least a night or two, and Jasmine was not
above encouraging the girl to be more demanding in the execution of her orders.
He was a harbinger of all of the signs. Stroke, heart disease, mental
exhaustion, slight but present. Whether he appreciated it or not, his sister’s
bullying might just save his life.
    The door to his room was closed and she knocked to announce
her arrival. The deep-voiced reply to enter sent a smattering of goose bumps up
her arms. She’d have to be dead not to appreciate the sexy huskiness in his
tone.
    She cracked open the door to see him sitting on the edge of
the bed, buttoning up his shirt. The edges of the white button-down framed the
bandage that stretched across his chest. Around the gauze and down his belly
lay a soft pelt of dark hair, exactly as she expected when she first saw him
shirtless. She would have been surprised if the captain engaged in the habit of
manscaping. Most of the men she saw in the club were waxed or shaved to
baby-soft perfection. She had no preference either way. Sensual torture could
be administered just the same whether on bare skin or with a little fur.
    “Oh hey, Doc.” He interrupted her daydream of running her
fingers through his chest hair. She really needed to keep her focus. “I thought
you were my sister.”
    “She went to bring her car closer to the entrance.”
    “And probably planning diabolical ideas about how to get me
to stay off my feet. I saw how she hung on to your every word.”
    “She’s a smart girl. And she loves you.”
    He emitted a disgruntled harrumph, but his eyes sparkled
with reciprocal affection. He nodded to the boots in her hands. “What are
those?”
    She smiled and set them on the bed by his hip. He had
showered since she delivered the good news of his positive CT scan, and the
clean scent of his soap cut through the antiseptic smell of the hospital room
in the most