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“Scott, Skylar. Call me Scott.”
I place my hand on the small of her back and escort her into the elevator. It feels so right and natural to touch her like her body was made just for my pleasure. The elevator is packed tight with nurses who all stare at us as we cram into the silver box.
Skylar’s body presses against me and I feel my manhood grow inside my pants. I drop my arm to my side and let my hand rest against her thigh. God, I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life. Beads of sweat begin to form on my temples as I contemplate slipping my hand under her dress and exploring the sweet spot between her legs. I swear I can hear it calling to me, wanting me to pleasure it with my fingers, tongue, and dick.
The doors open and we step out into the parking garage. I lead her to my Mercedes and open the door for her. Her dress inches up her thigh as she climbs in, exposing even more of her silky flesh. I’m sure that she can sense my groping eyes, but she hasn’t shown the slightest bit of discomfort. If she only knew what I was thinking. In my mind, she’s already naked and screaming as I pound her raw in my passenger seat.
“Where to?” I ask as I start the engine.
“Georgetown,” she replies.
I put her address in the GPS and pull out onto the street. It’s dark and a light mist of rain is coming down. I struggle to pay attention to the road, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her.
“Have you always wanted to be a doctor?” I ask, trying to dull the pain in my groin with some meaningless conversation.
“No, I used to want to be a painter but my father advised me that there’s no money in art. He says they’re called ‘starving artists’ for a reason.”
“Medical school is a huge commitment to make if you don’t want to be a doctor,” I tell her.
“Oh, no, don’t get me wrong. I love medicine. Once I started exploring the sciences, I was hooked. Please don’t think I’m wasting your time or anything. I’m excited to have the opportunity to work with someone as skilled as you.”
She seems a little panicked like she’s made a bad impression and my instinct to console her kicks in. I place my hand on top of hers and say, “Don’t worry, I get it. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a race car driver.”
“Thank you,” she smiles. “I didn’t want you to think that I was just here because of my father.”
“I wasn’t thinking that, I swear. I just want to get to know you. Tell me more about yourself. What do you do for fun?” I want to know everything about her.
“Well, I still paint but I also like to hike the nature trails. I ski, swim, and bike every chance that I get but school has been taking up most of my time lately.”
“Friends? Boyfriends?” I ask.
“I’m a bit of a loner, I guess. My friends are more into the party scene, but I don’t have the luxury of staying up all night and sleeping all day so we don’t see each other much anymore.”
No boyfriend. Good. I don’t need any competition. Not that it would stop me from making a move on her. She’s too perfect to pass up over some misguided bro code. I can tell already that she’s meant to be mine, and I’ll do just about anything to have her.
We’re about to pull up to her house, but I don’t want to let her go just yet.
“Do you want me to drop you off now? We could go get a drink and get to know each other a little better.”
“Are you sure? We have an early morning,” she turns to me, raising one brow.
“It’s not a test, Skylar. I’m not ready to say good night yet. I’d like to spend more time with you,” I assure her.
“Alright. There’s a little pub around the corner. It’s quiet there so we can talk,” she looks at me with those big blue eyes and my heart melts a little. I swing away from the curb and follow her directions to the pub.
I take her arm and lead her through the big, oak door. She was right about the place being quiet. There are two older men seated at the bar and three younger ones shooting pool. The rest of the bar is empty. I lead her to a small table and hold out her chair for her then make my way to the bar to order our drinks.
The boys at the pool table are staring at Skylar. I keep my eye on them as the bartender fills our glasses.
I hand Skylar her drink then spin around to face the pool table. I shoot the boys a death stare and they shrink like bugs and go back to their game. Intimidation is a benefit that comes with my size. Very few men have dared to test me. With that little nuisance handled, I return my attention to Skylar. I need to know what it’s going to take to get inside her. She’s a quiet, shy loner and I need to coax her out of her shell.
2
DRINKS WITH THE DOCTOR
SKYLAR
I’m pacing the floor of my father’s office, waiting for Dr. Statton to arrive. My hands are shaking as I recite my qualifications over and over in my head. I’ve been on edge about this internship for weeks now and almost backed out three times.
