Daddy’s Sweet Addiction
"The coffee machine in the lounge was broken. A tragedy of urban infrastructure."
"Excuses are the refuge of the mediocre. I expect punctuality, not a commentary on the plumbing."
Mia stopped and turned to him, a slow, challenging smile playing on her lips.
"Is that the Chief of Neurosurgery talking, or the man who spent three hours yesterday exploring the 'plumbing' of my anatomy?"
The other residents in the room suddenly became very interested in their clipboards. A heavy, suffocating silence descended, broken only by the rhythmic beep of a distant monitor. Harrison didn't blink. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a frequency that only she could hear.