“I see. So who are you here with?”
“Oh, my father is Clyde Ross.” She held out her hand. “I’m Aubry.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. The boss’s daughter. This night couldn’t get any worse.
“Oh. I didn’t know that. I mean, I knew he had a daughter in medical school or something. I don’t know why I didn’t make the connection.”
“No reason for you to. Nice to meet you, Tucker. I’ve seen you pitch. You’re pretty damn good.”
“So are you, Doc. Thanks for the once-over.”
“You’re welcome. I actually came down here to grab a bottle of wine for my dad.” She wandered off as if she knew exactly where she was going, plucking a bottle from the rack before turning to face him. “Got it. Shall we go upstairs, or do you need more time to reflect on your evening?”
“No, I think I’ve spent enough time down here.”
He followed her toward the stairs, hoping like hell Aubry was discreet enough not to tell her father what had happened to him.
But there was something he needed to know, so he stopped and turned to face her. “One question.”
“Sure.”
“Did you make me drop trou because it was medically necessary, or because you wanted to get a good look at my dick?”
One side of her mouth curved up in a sexy-as-hell smile. “Tucker. I’m surprised you’d ask that question. I am a doctor, after all.”
She turned and headed up the stairs.
Which wasn’t an answer at all.
The night was starting to look up.
But his balls still hurt like hell, and after the debacle with Laura, and the fact that the doc was Clyde’s daughter, he should definitely avoid Aubry Ross.
Or … maybe not.