Chapter 21

Definitely not happening.

He grabbed a pen, jotted some notes on the paper, then dropped it off at Emily’s desk. She could gather the samples and dismiss Donovan.

Because no way in hell was he going back into that exam room. Not with a hard-on and enough hormones zipping through his system to turn a grizzly into a sex maniac, who’d just been through a long dry spell and presented with a gorgeous man free for the taking. Animalistic. Hard. Dominating. All of that and more.

And those words lashed his arousal to a higher pitch.

Damn it to hell.He walked to the front and dropped the note on Emily’s desk. “Mr. Mercer is finished. Give him those samples.” He flinched at the growly tone of his voice, but didn’t say anything more. Couldn’t. Because the freezer called to him with its bottled ice.

Idly, he wondered how long it would take one of those bottles to melt into water stuffed down his pants. He had fifteen minutes until his next appointment. Maybe just enough time to find out.