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his therapy session to a whole new level. And she could put her sassy mouth to better use than she did last night. 
    As his mind raced back to their brief encounter the night before, he thought about how hot she had made him standing there reading him the riot act. Very similar to the way she was looking at him now.
    “I’ll be with you in about thirty minutes, after I finish up with my other patient. I hope you are ready to give this your best effort, Mr. Camden. You only get out of it what you put into it.”
    “Oh, don’t worry about that, Ms. Hemmons. I plan on putting a lot into it.”
    Mitch could tell he’d flustered her by the openly suggestive innuendo in his response, when her mouth opened in a surprised gasp. He thought she’d even blushed, but couldn’t be sure as she stomped back into the other section of the clinic to work with her other patient. He would’ve expected a snide come back, just as she’d given him last night. He liked that about her. She spoke her mind. She was tough, but extremely easy on the eyes.
    Lifting his head from his nearly completed paperwork, Mitch noticed how exquisite her long legs looked in those tapered pair of jeans. He watched as she bent over to assist an elderly woman out of a mechanical contraption. Holy hell, her ass was firm. He imagined how it would feel under his palms.
    Hell, he was getting hard again. He could feel himself lengthen and strain against the zipper of his pants. He had to get a grip. He wasn’t some horny teenage boy, for God’s sake. His non-existent sex life over the last two weeks was obviously affecting his focus. 
    Had it not been for his accident, he would have had an amazing fucking weekend in Austria, literally and figuratively. The sultry redhead, Angela, whom he’d dated a few times before the trip, had pouted and massaged his leg in the lodge as they waited for the helicopter to take him to the hospital. He had been in agonizing pain as they sat on the lobby couch of the luxury ski resort. Pressing her breasts against him, she had the gall to ask if he’d mind if she remained there and went to the spa while he went to the hospital. It hit him then that she was using him just as much as he had planned on using her that weekend. Go figure. Tit-for-tat. 
    A week later, his thoughts a thousand miles away from Angela what’s-her-name, he now had a case of blue balls over a tight-assed therapist who had a penchant for picking fights. And it turned him on, even in his current condition.
    Finishing his paperwork, Mitch glanced toward the receptionist whose fingernails were loudly and rapidly clicking the keys of her computer. She looked up at him. 
    “Are you all finished? I can come get it from you,” she smiled politely, brushing down her skirt as she got up to step around the desk. She looked at his leg and eyed him curiously. “How’d you hurt your knee?”
    She took the clipboard and pen from him and began twirling it between her brightly painted fingers. She looked young, maybe twenty, wearing a floral print baby doll dress that showed off her tanned legs and oversized tits. For some reason, he was reminded of the classroom scene in Indiana Jones where the young female student flirted with Professor Jones. He might not be a teacher, but he knew a come-on when he saw it.
    So unlike what he saw last night from Rylie. She was anything but vamped-up flirtatious or coy. She didn’t try to come on to him, or use her sexual charms to get him to buy her a drink. In fact, she seemed oblivious to her sexual potency or how much she affected him. She was a ball-buster, giving back even more than he dished out to her.  She had a quick wit, wasn’t afraid to show him up and was smoking hot. And all he thought about last night was his missed opportunity to get her into his bed. 
    But it looked like his luck had turned around. Maybe having knee surgery wouldn’t turn out as bad as it seemed.
    Mitch smiled back to the receptionist and began