This Crazy Little Thing (A New Adult Billionaire Romance) by Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward

two. We want to make sure you won’t have another attack. Your reaction was severe. You wouldn’t want to leave and have another one.”
    “True.” She turned her head when she heard Jason’s voice outside the curtain. He was evidently speaking to a nurse.
    “Can I go in?” he asked. Within a heartbeat he was standing beside the doctor.
    Dr. Herner introduced himself and asked, “Are you Mr. Starke?”
    “No, there is no Mr. Starke, at least none that I know of. I’m Jason Foxx, the guy responsible. Brought her a bouquet of flowers infested with bees. How’s she going to be?”
    “She’ll be fine. We’re ordering some blood tests and medication to prevent the symptoms from returning. She’s a little bit anxious to leave so I hope you’ll be able to convince her to sit tight for a while.”
    “I’m starving,” she interjected.
    “I haven’t been able to convince her of anything but I can try,” Jason answered the doctor, ignoring her comment.
    “That’s all I ask.”
    “Can I eat?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t be so cruel as to let her starve.
    The doctor turned his attention back to Jane. “It’s probably not a good idea for you to eat yet. We’ll let you know as soon as you can. Okay?”
    “Why did I know you’d say that?” When she nodded, he smiled, pulled the curtain aside and stepped through.
    “The nurse will be in shortly to give you that medication and draw some blood,” he said just before turning away.
    “What’s the blood for?” she called out, hoping to catch him before he disappeared for the next six hours. Blood tests meant a longer wait. The hospital lab was notoriously slow. “I had an allergic reaction. What more do you need to know?”
    Glancing over his shoulder, he answered, “Just trying to be thorough, Miss Starke.” And then he closed the curtain.
    She looked at Jason and shook her head. “We’ll be lucky to get out of here by morning. I think they’re running a drug test on me to make sure I’m not stoned. Can you believe it?”
    “They are not.”
    “Then what else could it be? Who heard of a blood test for an allergic reaction?”
    “Maybe they want to make sure it was the bee sting that caused your attack and not something else.”
    She sighed, wishing she was a million places besides stuck in a hospital. In Jason’s bed was at the top of her list, even though she knew that even if she wasn’t in the hospital, that was one place she couldn’t visit, at least not with a good conscience. “This stinks.” Those two words summed up a whole lot more than the present situation.
    He walked closer, and she curled her legs up to let him sit on the foot of the bed. He rested a hand on her knee. It felt warm, even through the cool sheet covering her legs. Her heart stuttered a few irregular beats in her chest when he gave her leg a subtle squeeze. “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.”
    Giddy, even though it was an innocent touch, certainly not very erotic, she held in a shudder of delight and expectation. Was it time to play doctor? “Do you know something that I don’t?”
    His crooked grin gave her the answer she wanted. “Maybe.”
    Fighting another shudder of pleasure, she asked, “What?”
    He lifted his hand, and she nearly screamed with bitter disappointment. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”
    “But I want to know.”
    “You’ll know soon enough.” He stretched his arms overhead, the motion setting all those scrumptious muscles on his arms, shoulders and chest rippling and flexing under his snug T-shirt.
    He had to know what that was doing to her.
    She swallowed a groan. This just plain wasn’t fair. Not only was their evening ruined, but she was trapped in a six by eight cubicle with a man who could practically elicit an orgasm with a smile and a how-do-you-do.
    Damn you, Monica. Why couldn’t your zillionaire jewelry broker be ninety years old and ugly?
    Why did he have to be so good-looking, and kind,