Animal Instincts [The Andersons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page B

second door on your right. Oh, and to open his carrier, you flip the catches on the top.” His dark look was perfect.
    She tinkered about in the reception for five minutes and then joined Rex. He had just administered the anesthetic and was softly stroking Mudge’s nose. She was immediately drawn to his fingers. Long, manly, and blunt edged, yet tender. A man with those fingers could work magic on a woman’s body. Her body…
    His breath hot and rough in her ear, he trailed one decadent fingertip over her pearled nipples, down her belly, lower to between her legs to the spot where she burned. Hide and seek had never been so wicked.
    What the…! She’d known Rex for all of two minutes and already she wanted him to do things to her body that one, she had no business thinking about in the first place, and two, were more than likely illegal in Montana and every adjoining state.
    With a disgusted shake of her head, Ramona slipped into a cool directive mode and approached the table.
     
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    Incredulous, Rex stared at Ramona for what must have been the zillionth time in ten minutes. Were his ears deceiving him? Perhaps they were, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with his eyesight. She was pointing to and explaining in great detail the uses of every instrument on the metal tray between them.
    Unsurprisingly, his mind wandered. There was something incredibly sexy about that white coat of hers. Probably due to the fact, he’d half seen the gorgeous body beneath. It didn’t require too much effort for him to picture pressing her up against the wall, unbuttoning that coat, and taking her and it to climax heaven.
    And that mouth! A mouth that instantly evoked vivid images of dewy, hunger-driven, tongue-tangling kisses.
    Swallowing the lust-loaded groan, Rex shook his head and willed himself to concentrate on what Ramona was telling him. Hang on a minute. He knew how to neuter a goddamned cat! He could do it with his eyes closed, though probably not a good idea. “You know, Ramona,” he interjected, his tone brusque and businesslike, “I am qualified. Gained my DVM with honors. I also have degrees in biochemistry, embryology, and animal psychology. Also with honors. Would you like to see the certificates?”
    “Tell me again. How did Greg hire you?”
    He frowned at her sudden change of subject. “I didn’t tell you.”
    “Embarrassed? Or just plain yellow?”
    “Y–yellow?” he spluttered, stunned. Surely Ramona wasn’t still upset about being mistaken for the receptionist? He had apologized. Hadn’t he? “Look, if this is about earlier—”
    Ramona cut him off. “Certificates only tell me so much.” She gestured to a nearby razor and stood back. “Why don’t you show me your ‘passed with honors’ skills?”
    With a scowl, Rex plucked the razor from the instrument tray and, within twenty minutes had shaved the fur, cleaned the area, and expertly and neatly neutered Mudge. “Satisfied?”
    “You’ll never satisfy me.”
    The sneer slipping from his face, Rex felt the blood roaring straight to his cock. Now there was a challenge and a come-on if ever he’d heard one. But what to do about it? While his veterinarian skills could speak for themselves, he wasn’t about to risk his future by allowing his cock to rule his head. And to announce, no matter how subtle, that he could satisfy her would more than likely end with the kick in the crotch and the kick out the door.
    He really wanted to buy into the practice. What he’d seen so far had impressed him so much he was willing to pay more than what Stephens had quoted. However, he didn’t need half a brain cell to know Ramona was not keen in having him as partner. It had been an error of judgment on his part to mistake her for the receptionist, and one that Ramona seemed to be taking to the extreme. He could only wonder at the reasons why.
    Rex carried Mudge through to the kennels, placed him into a cage, and covered him with a blanket. As he