Free Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance by Liz K. Lorde Page A

actively trying to flirt with this man or did the stars just align weird today?
    She couldn’t deny that he had an energy about him, and that it was fun as hell to be flirting again; still, she had promised herself that she would focus on her career.
    Without looking back, the broad shouldered Doctor gave a throaty laugh. “I’m downgrading you to Hazelnut,” he threatened, turning a corner into the floor’s main lobby. Just what the hell did that mean. “And don’t flatter yourself, kiddo,” he stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel giving a condescending look, “pet names are for two people.” Augustus brought up his index finger, “one, for my private army of gimps that I strangely recall only being named Charlie.” The lines of his face turned something pensive as his foxy green eyes moved to the upper right before settling back on Jasmine. “Anddd the second is for my harpy of a wife who only gets them because G man in the sky help me. I. Just. Can’t. Stop poking that bear with a ten foot pole.”
    “Ten feet, huh?”
    Augustus chuckled to himself, his eyebrows wagging, “You want exact measurements?”
    I’ve never met a man like this, and I probably won’t ever again. What a charming, self-indulging narcissist. “I was so very wrong,” Jasmine shook her head in disbelief.
    “Well since you’ve got me here . . .”
    “You really like to hear yourself talk. I don’t think the bar could be any higher now.”
    The corner of the doctor’s mouth curled into the shadow of a smile and he pointed firmly at Jasmine. “You got me there, Hazelnut.”
    Augustus moved over to the front desk and looked for something briefly before picking up two purple colored folders. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He called out to Jasmine.
    “I have my pager on,” she replied, closing the distance between him. “I’ve decided to do you a service.”
    Nodding respectfully to the lady at the front desk, Augustus glanced back at Jasmine before walking down the long white hall. A sign hung above their heads reading ‘Neurology’.
    Tucking one of the folders beneath his arm, Augustus flipped open the other, “Right here in front of God and everybody? I don’t know how they run their stuff over in kink-land, but that’ll get you fired – for starters – pretty quick.”
    Blood rushed to her face and warmth bloomed between her legs. Oh god he twisted that easily. “Wow,” she exclaimed, “I can’t believe you just—“
    Augustus craned his head to look back at her. “I did and if you want to fight me about it I promise not to go easy on you just because you’re a girl,” he said, “I’m all about equality.”
    Chuckling, Jasmine made a couple long strides to catch up to the man’s side.
    “So since like an annoying pest you’ve rooted yourself firmly onto me I guess I’ll bite. What service?” She was going to give him a service by being an excuse to let him hear himself ramble.
    Jasmine said nothing as they walked along the corridor, a large black door coming into view with white letters inscribed on it reading ‘Lark M.D’.
    The doctor exhaled, why did he sound so happy? “Nothing beats a good silent treatment.”
    Jasmine rolled her eyes. “I’m just a pest, remember? The ones I’ve encountered don’t talk.”
    Reaching for the handle, he looked back. “Sorry?” He said, turning it and opening the door, stepping part of the way through. “All I heard was a series of drones and clicks.” He turned around fully to face Jasmine then, tossing the two folders onto his desk. It was a nice office, posh and dark. The doctor’s chair was a bright red and made of leather, and there was a picture of a woman framed on his desk. Augustus placed his hands on either end of the frame of his door. “Seriously now I’m going to lock this door sooo don’t make me have to get the fly swatter.”
    “I’m glad we won’t be working together,” she announced. That was kind of