Doctor For Hire

We get to a red light just as I tell him that and I can feel his gaze on me. It heats my skin like a physical touch. I resist the urge to turn and face him.

“Point made, Nurse Riley. I’ll try and do better,” he replies surprising me. I look over at him and he’s smiling at me. “I like that you stand up to me, gorgeous. Not many do.”

“I have to admit I like when you call me gorgeous—even if you are lying.”

“I’m not, sweetheart. You are fucking gorgeous. You’re so damn beautiful you make my teeth hurt.”

“Your teeth hurt?”

“Because I want to bite into you, mark you. Eat you so that your taste is always on my tongue. Possess you, own you… you can take your pick really.”

“I think I should be scared,” I whisper, because the intensity in his face could almost burn me.

“But you’re not?” he asks, his dark eyes boring into me.

“No…”

“What are you, Tabby?” he asks, and his voice is so rough and dark it feels like a physical touch that grazes over my skin igniting my nerve endings and making me feel more alive than I’ve ever been in my life.

Suddenly I don’t mind the nickname Tabby. I don’t mind it all, as long as it’s Brody.

“Excited…” I whisper.

He starts to lean into me, his hand going into my hair and I know he’s going to kiss me and I can’t wait. I need his kiss. It seems like forever since I’ve been in his arms, even if it hasn’t. Just as his lips get to mine a car horn blares behind us.

“Cock blocked by a damn green light,” he grumbles under his breath, pulling my head into his neck and kissing the top of it. I breathe in his scent, his cologne doing nothing to calm my heart rate. I don’t know what he uses, but that man smells so good he should be illegal.

“I don’t think your cock was involved in a kiss,” I murmur against his neck, tasting the saltiness there and closing my eyes to savor everything that is Brody Miner.

“I don’t suppose I could interest you in stopping at a motel for a couple of hours?”

Yes! My heart cries. But I don’t say that. I’m nervous about making love with Brody, even after what happened on my sofa last night.

“We’d be late for the rehearsal and dinner,” I respond, hating myself for not just letting go.

Brody sighs and the man behind us blows his horn again. He disengages from me with a sigh and begins driving. I lean against the back of my seat with a deep breath.

“Someday soon, Tabitha Riley, I’m going to have you. You need to reconcile yourself to that.”

I don’t say anything. I’m not sure what to say. My emotions are all over the place. I want Brody more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. The problem is that when he’s had enough of me, I don’t know if I’ll survive. Men like Brody aren’t looking to settle down, and even if they do it would never be with someone like me. I don’t know if I could survive going into work every day and seeing him once whatever this is, was over. I really couldn’t work beside him easily. It would just be too weird.

I stare out my window and just keeping thinking about everything and wondering how everything suddenly got so complicated.

I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Chapter Fourteen

Brody

“Stop being nervous, it’s going to be fine,” I tell Tabitha, leaning down to whisper it in her ear. She’s holding my hand. Actually, she has it in a death grip that gets tighter and tighter as we near the table. It’s an upscale French restaurant, which surprises me. It doesn’t seem to fit Tabitha’s style. I’m still learning things about Tabitha, I do know she prefers Italian food, she'd rather have a hamburger than steak and she has a love/hate affair with bread. She whines that bread goes straight to her ass. It’s an ass I happen to like, so I find myself making sure she always has bread with each meal.

A man has to have priorities.

“You haven’t met my family,” she whispers, so much tension in her voice that I can’t stand it.

I stop walking. I don’t think Tabitha notices until she’s tugging on my hand and I’m not moving, she looks back at me in complete surprise.

“Are you regretting your decision now?” she asks with even more panic showing on her face.

“I am,” I tell her, and then I jerk on her hand and she stumbles into me, I wrap my free hand around her back and hold her to me. She looks up at a me with her face full of shock. “I’m regretting the fact that I didn’t find a hotel on the way down here and fuck you senseless. Then maybe, you wouldn’t have this terrified look on your face.”