Crave

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Ben hasn't been able to focus since he first stepped foot in this operating room. The surgeon had the most intoxicating scent. Every time she moved it wafted from her.

"God, can we turn the air down? It's no reason to be this hot in the OR." Miranda groaned her hands moving with confidence.

"Right away doctor," A nurse called out walking to the thermostat.

"One more thing. A towel for my forehead."

Ben's gaze involuntarily drifted to Miranda again, drawn by an inexplicable force. At that moment, time seemed to slow as he caught a whiff of her scent once more—a subtle blend of brown sugar, vanilla, and maybe honey with a hint of something alluring. How could a woman smell like a cinnamon bun or a honey bun? Just downright delicious. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and it left him momentarily spellbound. The heat in the room wasn't making it any better.

It made the scent worse and more profound. He struggled to regain his composure, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to shake off the distraction. The smell alone made him close his eyes and bathe in the feeling.

Ben didn't understand his reaction in the slightest. Every time it reached his nostrils, his fangs extended involuntarily, sharp and deadly. Glad he had to wear a mask. But then low growls rumbled in his throat, barely contained as he fought to maintain his composure. This had never happened to him before.

Suddenly, the steady rhythm of the procedure was interrupted by the sirens going off on the monitor. Miranda's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the monitors, her brow furrowing in concern.

The patient's heart rate was through the roof and she didn't know why. She searched in the man's abdominal cavity trying to locate what in the hell had happened.

"What's happening?" she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.

Ben's eyes widened in alarm as he checked the anesthesia equipment. "I'm not sure. The patient's waking up."

Miranda looked at the man who looked like a wounded deer.

"What did you do!" She shouted at Ben. "What in the hell did you do?"

"Get him back to sleep now!" Miranda hissed staring at him the entire time. She noted the odd gold color of his eyes. Something you wouldn't ever see on a black man. But too focused on the patient to care.

After what felt like an eternity, the patient was sedated again. Ben let out a shaky breath, his mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with Miranda's scent. What is going on? He screamed mentally.

After surgery everyone left out of the room and Miranda went to go scrub out. She watched the incompetent anesthesiologist from the window.

Rolling her eyes she stormed inside of the room. "What happened?" Miranda demanded.

Ben's expression was grim as he met her gaze. He was actually embarrassed and on top of that, he was getting distracted again. Her eyes were beautiful. She was insanely beautiful. He felt a strange sensation in his chest as he stared at her.

Her brown skin was perfectly smooth. She looked better than any supernatural woman.

"I'm not sure. I was... distracted." He finally said and quickly realized that was the wrong thing to say.

"Dis- Distracted!" She yelled. "So we are getting sued because of a distraction!"

"I understand the gravity of the situation but where do you get off speaking to me like this? You don't know me and-"

Miranda looked down at his cold hand on her arm and she pulled away now even more furious. "Okay here's what I do know. You are new here and have a chip on your shoulder because your parking spot at Mercy West was better. I know that you are an anesthesiologist. Which means you make buckets of money logging reasonable hours, sitting on your behind while somebody on the other side of the curtain does the real work and gets sued for it."