“Leave your phone number on my desk before you go.”
Her smile widened.“Okay.”
He caught her arm.“Yes, doctor,” he corrected.
“Yes, doctor.”She kissed him again and turned away, slipping out.
Chloe leftthe supply closet on wobbly legs, her sex still pulsing.She froze, trying to compose her face when she saw the group of doctors coming straight at her.
“Chloe!Why are you still here?”
“Oh, I uh...just needed to reorganize some things in the supply closet.I think everything should be nice and orderly now!”she adlibbed.
Dr.Dihns looked at her watch.“Well, I don’t think we needed you to work overtime on it,” she said doubtfully.
“I don’t expect you to pay me for this!”she reassured them.“It was just for my own sanity.”
“Well, come along, we’re ready to lock up.”
“Yep, I’m coming.I think Dr.Drake is still around here somewhere.Maybe in the restroom?”
“Oh yes, I see his car out there,” Dr.Reinhart called from the door to the parking lot.“Okay, good night!”
She walked swiftly toward the first exam room, where she stowed her purse, since she didn’t have an office.When she returned, the doctors had left, as she hoped.She ran to the supply closet and swung open the door.“All clear!”
Dr.Drake was leaning against the shelves, his arms folded casually across his chest, as if hiding in a supply closet was a perfectly comfortable and ordinary experience for him.He stood and sauntered out.
Remembering his instructions, she scurried ahead of him to his office, writing her phone number on a prescription pad.
She found him in an exam room, washing and sterilizing the bullet.“Well...goodnight,” she offered.
He looked over his shoulder and smiled.“I’m in surgery all day tomorrow and Wednesday, but Thursday I want you to wear your hair in that one-sided braid and bring a change of clothes so we can go out.”
She stopped, not sure whether to be offended or turned on by his bossy presumption.What if she had other plans for Thursday night?Of course, even if she had, she’d drop them in a heartbeat for a date with Dr.Dreamy.
He arched a brow in the stomach-dropping way he had and she understood it was deliberate.
Next time I’ll tell you what to wear, when to speak and how to speak to me.
She licked her lips.What did he have in store for her?
“Yes, doctor,” she said.Their eyes met and held and for an instant, she could not breathe, the searing intensity of his gaze melting her into a puddle.
“Good night, Chloe,” he said softly.
The spell broken, she turned.“”Night,” she answered, slipping out the door and leaving the building before she launched herself at the doctor and begged him to take her home and keep her as a pet.
What was it about him?The very doctor-ness she hated in the rest of the medical profession?The take-charge confidence certainly appealed.But there was something deeper.Something he understood about her that she had only just begun to see.A secret she wasn’t sure she was ready to explore.
She passedthe next few days in eager anticipation, and when Thursday came, she spent time in the morning braiding her hair to one side as he had requested, putting on makeup and choosing an outfit.
She feared the day would pass slowly, but with a packed schedule she found herself too busy to spend time thinking about their date until five o’clock rolled around and the clinic emptied.
“Change your clothes and meet me in the parking lot,” Dr.Darren ordered when just the two of them were left.
Her heart skipped as she popped into the restroom and shucked her scrubs, putting on an outfit she deemed as sophisticated—a black skirt, purple spaghetti strapped blouse and high heels.Grown up clothes.This time she’d be ready to date a doctor.
She toddled out to the parking lot, the heels already making the balls of her feet ache.She looked around.His car or her car?Where exactly in the parking lot did he want her to wait?
