Chapter 137

Standing guard within the locker room, Adam did his best not to think of the pretty doctor stepping into underwear. Nor would he replay-again-the image of her removing them when forced to undergo decontamination.

It didn't take a brilliant mind like his to know it embarrassed her. Red cheeks, downcast gaze, elevated heart rate. Even if he didn't have orders to watch, he wasn't sure if he could have looked away.

When the alarm clanged, he'd whirled, not because of protocol but because his first impulse was to ensure the doctor wasn't unduly harmed. Although why her well-being matters, I've yet to figure out.

To his relief-an odd emotion he almost didn't recognize having not really encountered it before-she'd just had a clumsy moment, but that human lapse had led to some control-stressing moments as he was forced to watch her undergo the various levels of decontamination.