After a long perusal of my lab coat, Brooke finally lifts her gaze back to mine.
“Dr. Cole Matthews.” She reads off the embroidered letters on my white coat.
We just stare at each other for a moment. Brooke’s cheeks flush pink and I wonder if she’s thinking about our night together.
If I start reminiscing, I’ll have a boner at work, so I tamp down the unwanted thoughts and focus on the fact that Brooke is right here in front of me.
We’re right in front of the fertility clinic’s nurses’ station and currently have the attention of two young nurses. I don’t want Brooke to leave, but I don’t want to have this conversation in public.
Making sure my voice is loud enough for our audience to hear, I tell Brooke, “Let’s discuss your file in my office.”
Brooke’s eyes do a quick side glance toward the nurses’ station, then back to me. “Uh, okay, sounds good.”
I start to move, Brooke follows a step behind me.
“Wait, so you don’t work here?” Brooke motions behind us after I’ve led her down the hall and through the reception area.
I turn to face her while we wait at the elevator bank.
“No, I’m on three.”
“Oh.”
When it arrives, Brooke and I enter the elevator, and I punch the button for floor three.
We stand silently, a torturous trip down two floors. Brooke is chewing on her bottom lip. She looks pensive, but sexy as hell. I will myself to not push the elevator stop button and haul her against me.
Although it’s a complete surprise that she’s here, it’s a good one. Seeing her has my mood lifting. My thoughts drift back to Saturday night. I was exhausted from a twelve-hour shift and with tasty pie in my belly and an explosive orgasm, I slept the hardest that I have in a long time. The last three nights I haven’t slept at all, I’ve spent them replaying my night with Brooke, the way she smelled, the way she tasted, the sweet sounds she made when she came.
The Brooke that I see now doesn’t seem as sure of herself as she did on Saturday night.
That Brooke was a firecracker. The way she kept offering pointers on how to please her. Like she’d been with a bunch of idiots who need a road map to find a clitoris. Lucky for her, I’m an expert in the female anatomy. She didn’t get far on her tutorial before she realized I wasn’t going to need her notes.
I smile thinking about how fast she came on my tongue. The look on her face when I tilted my hips at just the right angle to find the sensitive spot inside her, then continued to thrust into her over and over until she screamed. Then I woke up to an empty bed.
Maybe I’m giving myself too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t as good as I thought it was. I’ve been working so much there’s been no time for a personal life and maybe what I thought was exceptionally fantastic sex was just a mediocre Saturday night for her.
I think about what I want to say to Brooke because thinking about what I want to do to her is dangerous. She’s in a fitted t-shirt, and a skirt that falls right below her knees, her long hair is in loose waves, and she has nowhere near the amount of makeup that she had on Saturday night. She looks fucking perfect.
On the fourth floor, a mom and her two kids, who likely just visited the pediatrician down the hall, get on. The kids are sucking on lollipops while the mom types out something on her phone, all oblivious to the tension in the back of the elevator.
I shift closer to Brooke under the pretense that the little boy is waving his sucker around like a sword and I don’t want to end up with sticky pants. My arm brushes against hers, the material of my lab coat prevents our skin from touching, but the hitch in her breath alerts me to the fact that she felt the connection. She smells amazing. Fuck. This is inconvenient.
When the elevator stops on three, I move us forward by placing my hand on Brooke’s lower back, then guide her purposefully down the hallway, through the reception area, then past Lois and her raised eyebrows, and into my office. It feels like I haven’t taken a breath since I saw her. My only goal is to get her alone so we can talk. I know I’ll get the third-degree from Lois later, but it’ll be worth talking to Brooke without curious eyes.
Brooke doesn’t look like she wants to talk, she avoids my stare by moving to the far side of the room to examine my book shelf. I watch her for a moment, not sure what to say either. Maybe it’s just a bruised ego that has me looking for answers, wanting her to explain why she snuck out after our night together.
“You told me you were a doctor.” She waves the female reproductive system model from my shelf in the air. “But I didn’t know you were this kind of doctor.”
When she attempts to place the model back on the shelf, the baby inside the model’s uterus pops out. I take this moment, while Brooke is distracted by trying to put the baby back in, to cross the room and stand behind her.
She’s still struggling with the plastic baby when finally, I take the model from her, and place it back on the shelf.
17
Brooke
“We didn’t exactly do a lot of talking.” Cole’s voice is low, his warm breath on the back of my neck sends a wave of lust to my core. Visions of Cole bending me over his desk and roughly taking me from behind have me turning to face him.
