Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
She smiles up at me. “Get in.”
“Are you crazy? No.”
“Nobody is here. Just get in and sit in it for a minute.”
I glance around. The parking lot is empty, I suppose. I walk around to the passenger side, get in, and close the door.
Amber’s loud laugh is contagious and I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl as she pretends to drive fast and turn the wheel back and forth. “Oh, Amber, suck my dick while I drive you to my castle,” she mimics again in her bad Aussie accent.
I burst out laughing. She is the most refreshing fool I have met in a long time. Med school people are usually so boring.
She turns to me, all serious. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“No. What does this mean?”
“It means I need to bag myself Dr. Stanton.”
I smirk.
“And if he doesn’t want me… then you have to bag him.”
“He doesn’t want me,” I reply.
“He might.”
“He might want Henry.” I smirk. “He could bat for the other side.”
“Fuck.” She thinks for a moment as she falls serious. “Then there is only one solution to that problem.”
“What is it?” I smirk.
“You will have to give me a gender realignment.”
My eyes widen. “And where am I getting your new penis from?”
She twitches her lips as she thinks for a moment. “Got any old boyfriends we can cut up?”
We struggle up the corridor with a box of files each to find Dr. Stanton standing in the door of his office. “Where do you want these?” Amber asks him.
His eyes fall to the boxes in our hands. “Amber, your box has to go down to archives on level one, and Ashley, your box comes into my office.”
Amber frowns. “So, do I just take it down to the office?”
Distracted as his eyes hold mine, he answers, “Yes, just go down. The receptionist will guide you.” He holds out his arm. “Come into my office, Ashley.”
My stomach flips. Could he sound any more seductive? I walk past him into his office and he closes the door behind me. I stand with my back to him for a moment, too scared to turn and face him. Surely he will be able to read my mind.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
I nervously turn to face him. “Where do you want me?” I whisper. What the fuck? “I… I mean. Where do you want the box?” I correct myself, embarrassed.
He steps toward me as a trace of a smile crosses his face. His big brown eyes are fixed on mine. “I know what you meant, Ashley.”
Oh, the way he says my name is just so…
He leans forward and takes the box from my hands, placing it on top of his desk before he turns back to me. The gentle aroma of his aftershave surrounds me. I have never met a man who smells so damn good. We stay still, only a meter apart as the air crackles between us.
It’s still there.
The chemistry is still there. I felt the fireworks all those years ago, only now it’s nuclear energy.
His eyes roam all over my face and then fall to my lips.
I can hardly breathe. Holy hell, this is insane. I watch as his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip.
I remember that tongue.
My eyes flicker to his desk and I remember Jenna’s words from last night. Have French sex on the doctor’s desk were her exact words.
She was onto something because that’s exactly what I want to do. I catch myself and I smirk.
“Something funny?” He frowns.
“Where do you want the files, doctor?” I ask innocently. Does he feel it?
He regains his composure and nods. “They will need to be filed into the bottom drawer, please.”
“Do you want me to do it now?” I whisper as I feel my arousal start to pump deep inside of me.
His eyes hold mine. “Yes.”
My breath catches.
“You will have to get on your knees.” His eyes darken.
Wait, what? Are we talking about the same thing here?
Our eyes are locked firmly. “Sure,” I reply without hesitation.
I can feel his arousal. He’s baiting me. He wants to know if he is doing it for me, and holy fuck, he so is.
Unable to help it, I walk to the filing cabinet and drop to my knees on the carpet. He stands above me, his hands clenching at his sides as if he’s stopping himself from doing something.
Oh, he wants it, alright.
I could give it to you so good, Dr. Vegas.
“You going to give it to me?” I breathe.
He stands tall, looking down at me on my knees, clearly aroused and dominant, and I know we are supposed to be talking about patient files right now but in my mind we are talking about unzipping those expensive suit pants he’s wearing.
“You want the whole lot?” He raises an eyebrow.
I nod. “Yes.”
He turns and picks up the box, and then places it on the floor next to me, our faces only a few inches away from each other.