"Let's see what your temperature is," she said, bringing an electronic thermometer over from the desk. "It's higher than usual." Her amber stare flipped up to his. "Your arm." "No, your eyes." She blinked, then seemed to shake herself. "I seriously doubt that." "Then you underestimate your appeal." As she shook her head and clicked one of the plastic covers onto the silver wand, he caught a whiff of her scent. His fangs elongated. "Open." She brought the thermometer up and waited. "Well?" Rehv stared into those amazing tricolored eyes of hers and dropped his jaw. She leaned in, all business as usual, only to freeze. As she looked at his canines, her scent surged with something dark and erotic. Triumph singed in his veins as he growled, "Do me." There was a long moment, during which the two of them were bound together by invisible strings of heat and longing. Then her mouth flattened out. "Never, but I will take your temperature, because I have to." She jabbed the thermometer in between his lips, and he had to clamp his teeth together to keep the thing from deflating one of his tonsils. S'all good, though. Even if he couldn't have her, he turned her on. And that was more than he deserved. There was a beep, an interval, and another beep. "One oh nine," she said as she stepped back and released the plastic cover into the biohazard bin. "Havers will be with you as soon as he's able." The door clapped shut behind her with the hard syllabic smack of the f-word. Man, she was hot. -Ehlena & Rehv"