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tears as she remade Mr. Turlet’s bed. Dammit. She’d been so close to getting to that next level. Now there was no chance. Kirk would almost certainly pick someone else for his team after that thoroughly embarrassing debacle.
    Her butt stung under her starched uniform, reminding her of every hot slap the doctor had landed on her bottom. The gusset of her underwear was also sporting an incessant reminder, sliding against her mound with warm wetness. She was still aroused. Hours had passed and yet somehow she could not forget the way his body had felt against hers, or how he had tasted when he kissed her.
    “It was inappropriate,” she told herself. “You should file a complaint.”
    She snorted to herself, knowing there was no way she was going to do that. The idea of filling out a form in which she detailed how the doctor had spanked her was almost more mortifying than the fact that she’d been spanked in the first place.
    Tessa went on with her work and pulled a starched pillowcase over the latex pillow, then settled it on the bed while Mr. Turlet looked on with the faint interest of an elderly man.
    “There you go,” Tessa said. “Now you settle in up here and have a good night’s sleep.”
    She helped her patient into bed, wished him a good night again, and turned out the light. When she stepped out into the hall, she was greeted by a fellow night nurse. Tessa wasn’t sure what the woman’s name was; she was the latest in a long line of temp staff to bounce in and out of the care home.
    “Tessa, there’s someone here to see you. A doctor.” The nurse said the word ‘doctor’ in approving tones, as if she were being visited by the second coming.
    “Is there a problem with one of the patients? Have we had an emergency?”
    “I don’t think so,” the nurse said. “He’s waiting in the waiting room.”
    Tessa proceeded to the room of waiting, but stopped dead as soon as she saw who was sitting on one of the leatherette chairs. Him. Tall, dark, and so handsome her knees were weaker just for having looked at him.
    “Tessa.” Kirk said her name kindly. “May we speak, please?”
    “What are you doing here?”
    “Well, I’d like to explain that,” he said. “Come on in. Shut the door behind you.”
    He was managing to take charge even though he had absolutely no authority in the rest home. Tessa outranked him there, but she still found herself closing the door as he had asked and waiting to hear what he had to say.
    “First of all, I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier,” Kirk said. “I handled that badly. Or rather, I handled you badly. You’re more slippery and quicker than I thought.” He flashed a wink at her, which made her blush as her heart performed a fluttering dance in her chest.
    She glanced over her shoulder, making note of how close the door was in case she had to make another break for it.
    “Are you alright?” He stood as he asked the question.
    Tessa nodded.
    “See, usually, a spanking would end with me inspecting your bottom, rubbing in a little cooling gel if needed,” he said. “But I didn’t get a chance with you.”
    “You didn’t get a chance to keep spanking me either,” she said, lifting her chin.
    “No, I didn’t,” he agreed. “I’m glad to see you’re still your defiant self. I was worried I might have seriously scared you, or hurt you. I really didn’t get a chance to take care of you properly.”
    He seemed genuinely concerned about that, which came as a surprise to Tessa. It struck her that he’d actually been spanking her for a reason. Not just because he was annoyed at her for giving him attitude, but because he genuinely believed there was some point to it.
    “Well, uh, that’s okay,” she said. “Because, as it turns out, I’m fine.”
    “Are you?” He stood up and closed the distance between them slowly. “You look a little heated.”
    Tessa looked at him wordlessly. She didn’t know what to say; there weren’t words really. He