HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 44

                    CLARA'S POV

Ryan's friends left, and I touched him lightly. He adjusted my position so he could see my face clearly.

"Sir, I want to dance," I whispered in his ear.

He smiled, then nodded.
"Go ahead," he said.

I adjusted my dress to cover my cleavage, and he smirked.

"Sir, I'm really going," I said again.
He nodded with a knowing smile.

I stood up from his lap. He shifted slightly and adjusted his trousers, his fingers brushing down toward his crotch.

Did I sit too hard on him? I wondered as I walked toward the dance floor.

Once I reached the crowd, I began to dance. I glanced at Ryan and caught his smile—it made me laugh joyfully.

Every time a guy tried approaching me, bouncers stepped in and pushed them away like they were ready to throw punches.

I looked at Ryan again—he removed the shisha pipe from his mouth, blew out smoke, and casually checked his phone, laughing at something his friend said. He leaned back on the couch, looking insanely attractive.

His friend was also smoking, and thick clouds of smoke surrounded them. I noticed some girls filming Ryan from different angles.

He had to be the sexiest man in the club.

Just then, his friend whispered something in his ear. Ryan's brows furrowed.

A moment later, a girl appeared. The bouncers let her in without hesitation. She walked up the stairs toward Ryan with confident strides, her eyes locked on him.

She was stunning—classy, curvy, and draped in a shiny red gown that hugged her figure and stopped just below her full ass.

She looks like a real-life Sleeping Beauty... dripped in wealth.

Ryan's friend shifted to make room, and she sat beside Ryan. His expression turned to shock, and they both laughed—her and his friend.

Another person he would have avoided just caught up with him, I guessed.

Ryan brushed his hair back and let out a defeated smile.

She did most of the talking, leaning in to whisper in his ear. He just smiled.

Then she took his half-finished glass of wine and placed it down. His friend covered it. She stood, grabbed Ryan's hand, then watched him stand. He picked up his phone and a little shiny liquor bottle.

His friend was quietly laughing at him. Ryan's reactions—especially when he threw a lazy middle finger—were   Insanely sexy .

She led him down the stairs. They looked familiar with each other tho

I placed a hand on my chest and hurried deeper into the club.

What right did I have to feel jealous or angry? He's my boss. His girlfriend isn't even here. He has every right to have fun. Just by looking at him, I know he's not a saint. And his friend wasn't surprised about me. That means... he's never been a one-woman kind of man.

I sat at the bar. The bartender smiled at me.

"You don't look like you're old enough to be here," he said.

I smiled. "I am. I just look like that."

He nodded. "Good, because it's almost the devil's hour."

"What's the devil's hour?" I asked.