“So, what would you do if you weren’t a surgeon?”
I thought for a moment. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had some ideas. However, I hadn’t shared these thoughts with anyone, let alone a girl I had known for just a handful of days. As a rule, I didn’t get too close to anyone I didn’t plan on keeping around. Friends, family, and business partners could be trusted. But, since I already broken the façade of a happy career, I figured I might as well tell her more about my future goals.
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “There’s about a million things I think I’d enjoy doing. Property management might be nice. Unfortunately, if you’re not great at it, you’re just throwing away money. I think I have enough now that I could invest in some smaller developments. Housing for college students is pretty hot right now.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Well, this place is nice. I guess you’ve at least got an eye for style. But, it might be risky when you consider the chance of another housing crisis.”
“True,” I replied. “I also think I wouldn’t have minded owning my own business. If I were the guy on top, I’d make a lot more money, doing a lot less work. I think it might be less stressful than having lives literally in your hands, really. You just have to have the knowledge and intuition to make things work out in your favor.”
“What kind of business interests you?” she asked, as my hands made their way down her back.
“Maybe something in tech,” I said. “There’s a lot of potential there. I don’t know that I could be the one to invent anything, but to find someone with the right ideas, but no business sense, could work. Then, they can leave the business decisions to me, and have them and the other employees really focus on the product. I don’t know if any major existing companies would take me on as CEO, but I think I could get there on my own, if I wanted to leave the medical field.”
“Well, I’d invest in you,” she replied. “I think you’d probably be good at just about anything.”
I crinkled my brow and held her waist. “Wait, what wouldn’t I be good at?”
She giggled. “Well, you’re never going to be a professional chef, are you?”
I picked her up and put her on my lap, my arms still tight around her waist. We laughed as we got closer, the water sloshing over our naked bodies. Then, with a serious look in her eye, she turned and straddled me, carefully slipping herself on top of me.
It was a pleasant surprise, having her take control like that. I was extremely aroused by this, and she knew. I kissed her chest and watched her face as she got off on top of me. It was so incredibly sexy the way she ground on top of me that I found myself switching positions with her, just to give myself a little break. We made love in the open air without a care in the world. When it was over, we floated around in bliss, exchanging naughty smiles with each other.
“You’re full of surprises,” I said, as she got out and draped a towel around her dripping body.
“You keep saying that,” she replied, wringing out her long hair.
“It’s because it’s true,” I said, quickly wrapping a towel around my waist. “I’m glad you introduced yourself that day in class. It’s been a good weekend.”
“I agree. I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but I’ve been here just about all weekend.”
“You don’t have to go,” I said quickly. “I could order in something.”
She made a pained expression. “If I don’t leave now, I don’t think I ever will. We have to return to reality eventually.”
“Okay,” I pouted, opening the door to the apartment for her. I followed her to the bedroom, where she picked up her sundress off of my rug and tossed it on the bed as she looked for her undergarments and shoes.
Seeing her in the nude made me horny all over again. And, when I got to thinking about it, I realized that we had yet to have sex in my bed. We had been too busy getting it on around my apartment that we hadn’t even rolled around in my sheets.
“Ten more minutes, please?” I pleaded as I caressed her body. She tried to suppress a smile, but it broke through anyway.
“Fine,” she said, jumping onto the bed. “But only because you asked so nicely.”
Chapter 18
Damon
I didn’t necessarily want to leave Damon’s apartment, but if I didn’t leave now, I never would. I had finally managed to put my clothes back on, and if I stuck around for much longer, he would talk me out of them again.
“I’ve got to get back to my apartment and do that paper you assigned,” I said. “I guess I’ll see you in sessions. Is it going to be weird?”
“Are you going to make it weird?” he asked.
“No,” I said, but I didn’t really know to how act as though I hadn’t been sleeping with him. I wasn’t really aware of how I acted in sessions before we met, so I had no reference to go off of.
“Then it won’t be weird,” he said firmly. “Why are we talking about this now? I was going to drive you home.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I said, slipping on my shoes. “I’ll take the train.”
“What? No,” he replied. “At the very least, take a cab. I’ll pay for it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “It’s the train. I take it all the time and I’ve survived this long. Aren’t we a little too close in age for you to be my sugar daddy? I don’t have any experience with those things, but I always imagined those were middle aged men with much younger women.”
“Cab fare hardly qualifies me as such. Really, it’s nothing,” he said, pulling cash from his wallet.
I took it, only because he was so insistent. I hated taking his money, especially for something petty like cab fare, but my budget didn’t really allow for such luxurious transportation methods.
I wasn’t sure what to do as I prepared to leave his place. Did I give him a wave as I walked out of his apartment, or did I give him a passionate kiss? I wasn’t sure what we were, so I didn’t know how to behave. In his apartment
, we were in our own little world. At the charity event, we were pretend boyfriend and girlfriend, doctor and intern, friends and friends with benefits. I was just as confused as I had been the night of our ill-fated date, but with even more complications now.
Luckily, Damon answered the question for me. He strode forward and gave me a nice goodbye kiss. I loved the way his big hands wrapped around my waist when he got close to me. It was so tender and sweet.
“I’ll see you around,” he said with a wink.
I went to the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor, watching him disappear as the shiny doors closed in front of my face. I leaned against the wall, the same one where he pressed his body against mine not long ago. How could I ever return to normal after this weekend? This was by far the strangest week of my life. There had been tears, laughs, and cries of pleasure. I had learned insider secrets and learned more about the mysterious Dr. Damon Rye. I had done almost zero studying and lots of flirting. I left Damon’s apartment a changed woman.
Feeling pretty hot after a sensual weekend, I strutted out of the elevator like a model on the catwalk. I was wearing yesterday’s outfit from the secondhand store, but I might as well have been wearing Prada. I felt powerful and unstoppable. I did, until I heard a voice from the lobby.
“Olivia?” a high pitched man’s voice asked. At first, I ignored it because there was no way anyone knew me there. It was likely someone else. But, when I heard my name again, I slowly turned around.
Standing behind me, slightly dumbfounded, was one of the other interns.