Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine November Edition | Page 78

Siera London
excerpt from Forbidden Distraction
part of the Sultry Nights digital box set
Carson’s lips parted, but then he stalled. His open mouth abruptly slammed closed, his
eyes focused above Vivianne’s head. Heat, intense and stirring, sizzled all over her skin.
She knew who had entered the room before he spoke.
“Dr. Sloan, it’s come to my attention that we have a problem.”
Jared Pierce’s gravelly tone washed over her, lapping at every cell in her body,
awakening the desire she couldn’t suppress when he was around. The sound of his heavy
footfalls bounced off every inanimate object in the room before hitting her between the
eyeballs.
“Jared,” Carson said, his tone infused with professional competency,
“Vivianne and I were discussing her future with the practice.”
The hands that were semi-relaxed in her lap, gripped the armrests of her chair. Her
eyes flew to Carson’s begging him not to mention their conversation. Jared came to stand
beside her. His thigh brushed her shoulder, and she shivered. Between her legs, her panties
grew damp. He was too close.
Before she could formulate a response, Jared reached across the desk and swiped her
transfer request into his large hand. As he processed what she’d initiated, a scowl formed
on his face. Slowly, he turned hard eyes on her, the color deep as the chasm she felt open
in her gut at his angry stare.
“Did you approve this without my input?”
Though the question was directed at Carson, Vivianne had his rapt attention. She could
feel his eyes boring into her.
“No,” Carson stated, purposefully avoiding eye contact with her.
“Understood,” came Jared’s response. Vivianne looked on in horror as he dropped her
neatly typed request in the trash.
“Vivianne, I want to see you in my office.” When she didn’t move, he said. “Now, Dr.
Sloan.”
In a daze, she came to her feet.
“Carson?” She pleaded.
“Vivianne.” The sharp crack of Jared’s voice struck her eardrum in time with the
thunder clamoring beyond the glass windows. Both shook the foundation, one the
building, the other–hers.
Carson looked at her then. “Come back when he’s done with you.”
“She won’t be back,” Jared snapped, turning on his heel. The memory of the last time
she’d been alone with him in his office surfaced. Oh gosh, she should have worn a padded
bra.
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