The Doctor And I (BBW Contemporary Medical Romance) (2 page)

Chapter 3

The day went smoothly. I met so many people, was told so many names, that my head literally spun. There weren’t any more uncomfortable encounters, and Kendrick and I were cordial to one another. No one would ever guess that I already hated their golden boy. He was an ass. I didn’t deserve to be treated so poorly, and I was starting to second-guess my move. I’d moved specifically to Salexis because of the job offer. There was nothing else tying me to the town.

As horrible as it sounded, I’d be taking Thursdays to explore and see what other options were there for me. I wouldn’t stay at a place where I wasn’t welcome. He’d made it perfectly clear that I probably wouldn’t be. So far everyone had been nice, but that didn’t mean anything. I’d learned long ago, not to trust the first meeting. It’s why I hoped things between the doctor and I would smooth out. He was probably embarrassed I’d caught him in such an… intimate position.

At five, when the last patient left, I went back to each room and cleaned them, much like I had in the morning. I was in my own little world until I felt his stare. I didn’t even bother giving him my attention. I had a job to do and I’d finish it. When he cleared his throat, I sighed but still kept cleaning. I’d just finished up the room and grabbed the cleaning bucket. When I went to leave, he blocked my path. Glaring at his chest, I licked my lips and tried to squeeze around him, but I was no bean pole. I had curves at every turn, and he was not a small man. He was nearly a foot taller than me and built like a fucking linebacker. Okay, so I was exaggerating, he was built though.

“Excuse me,” I said and moved over to the other side, hoping he would let me go. I was tired, hungry, and a little put off by him. I also hated how hard it was not to watch him when he was nearby. He was sexy, and I couldn’t get the lines of his abs out of my head. His body was lickable. It had been far too long since I’d actually wanted sex, but he made me think dirty things, which only pissed me off.

“You should acknowledge when I’m trying to talk to you.”

I laughed. “You didn’t talk you cleared your throat and expected me to talk. It’s been a long day and I’m tired, so just let me finish the cleaning so I can go home.”

“Okay, well I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He seemed to want to say something more, but instead he moved to the side, just enough for me to squeeze by. My body brushed against his and I gasped. All I felt was rock-hard muscle as he tensed next to me. “Good night, Boss.”

I kept walking, ignoring the feeling building up inside. I didn’t want to feel anything. Not for him. He wore his arrogance like a blanket, and I knew there was something about him that screamed heart-breaker. I wouldn’t go down that road again. It was easier to keep disliking him than realizing I liked him too much.

Walking out into the setting sun was a relief. The breeze was cool and the sun didn’t blind me. There were people milling around, all doing their own thing. This town wasn’t huge, but it was still homey. I already liked it and hoped I’d be staying.

* * * *

I went to the local supermarket, knowing I’d need food and lots and lots of wine. By the time I made it home, I knew there was no way I’d be doing much work around the house. It was a mentally exhausting day and after driving for hours I needed to decompress. My cell phone lit up, and I sighed when I saw Jesse’s name. I hit ignore, but that didn’t stop him. Less than two minutes later, he sent a text. It was much like the others:

Baby I miss you pls take me back

Ignore. Yep, I was done and I didn’t know why he didn’t get it. I’d told him I hated him and I packed up and left to get away from him. I hadn’t changed my number, because I didn’t want to go through the hassle of contacting everyone, but if he didn’t stop soon, I would have no choice.

My phone lit up again and I groaned thinking it would be him, but it wasn’t. It was my mom.

“Hey Mom,” I said, and felt the tears blurring. What was it about hearing a mother’s voice that brought out the emotions in people? I hadn’t talked to her much.

“Hi baby. Tell me, how did it go?”

I laughed. “It was terrible, actually.”

“Why?”

I nibbled my lip, wondering if I should spill it all. “Well—I accidently saw my boss.”

Silence. “Okay? I’m not sure where there is a problem.”

“Naked. He was in his office and I walked in without knocking—stupid, I know—and he was, uh—pleasuring himself.”

My mom’s laugh didn’t make me feel better at all. “He was doing that at work?”

“I guess so, but after that, it sort of made things a little tense to start. He’s kind of a jerk, and his personality doesn’t seem to match the praise I’d heard before accepting the job.”

“Honey, give the man a break. You saw something you certainly shouldn’t have. Did you freak out?”

“Well yeah, it’s not like I planned on walking in on him.”

“So you bruised his ego?”

“How?”

“Well you probably ran off right?”

“Yeah.”

“So because you didn’t peek, like a man would have, he assumes you found something unappealing about him. Makes sense. He probably is one of those men that expect a woman to pant after him.”

I groaned. “Well, he is worthy of some panting. I did see that he’s very attractive.”

“Don’t go there. He’s your boss.”

“Duh, Mother. But I need to go. I’m tired, and I hope tomorrow is better.”

“Good luck, sweetheart.”

“’Night.” Then I hung up and sighed.

She was right. I covered my face and ran away. He probably was offended. Then I gave him a hard time. Yep, I’d screwed myself. He’d never like me now. But what did I care? I didn’t want him to like me, did I?

Chapter 4

Kendrick made sure he locked his door, even though he wasn’t doing anything questionable. He didn’t want a repeat of the day before. After he’d gone home, he realized he couldn’t get his new employee out of his mind. He actually worried she found him unattractive. She didn’t react to him like most women did. If anything, she seemed to care less about his physique.

Then he went into asshole mode and treated her like shit. He’d be lucky if she even showed. It would serve him right. He already had a plan. If she didn’t come to work, he’d go to her house. If she did, well, he’d buck up and apologize for being a prick. All of the patients commented about how sweet she was and that she was knowledgeable and had a great bedside manner. He needed to keep her.

The fact that he’d ended up jacking off to her face was a bit off-putting. She wasn’t his usual type. Not that he didn’t find curvy woman attractive—he did—but it was more because of their conflicting personalities. He found himself thinking about her all day, after work, in his sleep, and first thing when he woke up. That wasn’t him. He didn’t think about women. It was why he kept everything separate.

Tapping his foot, he found himself watching the clock, waiting for her to show up. And after ten minutes, he pushed out of his chair and pulled open his door, wondering if he’d lost her. When he went into the waiting room, he looked out and saw her car. How did he not hear her come in? Instead of staring, he stalked down the hall and then he found her wiping down the counters in one of the rooms.

“Good morning.”

She glanced at him and nodded. “’Morning.”

He braced himself and leaned against the door. “Listen, I don’t really apologize that often, but yesterday I was an ass. I shouldn’t have treated you poorly.”

She smirked and her eyes lit up, making his heart pound. “You still haven’t.”

He glared and ran his hand through his hair, something he seemed to do around her. “Fine, I’m sorry. I wasn’t very kind to you yesterday.”

“Apology accepted. And again I’m sorry. I realize now I must have offended you as well.”

He raised a brow. “Offend me? How?”

She shrugged. “By running off and not gaping at you.”

Before he could stop himself, he asked the question that had bothered him all night. “Well, why didn’t you? Look, I mean?” He felt his cheeks heat and felt like a damned fool. He was thirty-two for fuck’s sake.

She licked her lips and her attention was back on scrubbing the counter. “I did,” she whispered.

He stepped into the room and took the two steps to crowd her space. He shouldn’t have. She smelled fresh and amazing. His hand covered hers, stopping her motions. “Oh?”

She froze and her eyes latched to his hand on hers. He felt her shake before she looked up at him. “Of course I saw. You’re kind of hard to miss.”

“So you find me attractive then.” Statement. He knew he was good-looking.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Ouch.”

She shrugged and pulled her hand out from his. “You’re a little on the cocky side, Doctor.”

“I know women like me. I haven’t found one yet who didn’t. And you’re no different. You’re just better at hiding it.”

He knew he should shut up and stop talking, but instead he kept shoving his foot in deeper. He leaned in and ran his nose along her ear. “I think it only shocked you because you wished you were in there, taking care of me like a woman should.”

She gasped and her green eyes glared at him. “I suggest you move out of my space right now before you find yourself in need of some medical attention.”

He was shocked by the venom in her tone and quickly backed away. Yeah, he pushed it too far, but she was so blasé about him. Most women would have swooned and followed him around.

“Admit it. You find me attractive.”

She planted her hand on her hip and licked her lips, scanning his body. “Physically, sure. I’d fuck you. But your personality leaves something to be desired. That’s more important than a hot body.”

The tension rose at her vulgar words. She eyed him like a piece of candy while insulting him, and he still found himself raging for her. “Your mouth’s too pretty to talk like that, Peyton.” He moved back into her space and instantly her body tensed, but she didn’t hit him. Instead, she surprised the hell out of him and cupped him, squeezing his dick. His eyes rolled back. “What are you doing?”

She turned the tables and shoved him back until his back hit the wall, pressing her body against his. The feel of her tits elicited a groan. Her hand still cupped him, and now she massaged him through his scrubs.

“This is what you wanted, right?” She slid her other hand up his chest and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her height before pressing her lips to his.

He didn’t know what to do. The shock took over and he kissed her back before he realized he was at work—his work. He yanked his mouth from hers and groaned when he saw how beautiful she looked. Her green eyes had darkened with dilated pupils. Her chest heaved, and he knew she was feeling the same thing he did.

“This is not the time or the place.”

She shrugged and licked her lips before narrowing her eyes on his erection. “Your office then?”

At first he went to say no, but then he realized he wanted to say yes. For the first time he wanted to fuck someone a little too close to home. She already didn’t like him so he knew she wouldn’t feel jilted.

“No hard feelings after?”

She shook her head and smiled. “None whatsoever.”

He nodded. “Let’s go. I want you bent over my desk while I fuck you from behind.”

She gasped at his words and hurried around him. He watched the sway of her hips as she looked over her shoulder and winked at him. “Come get me then, Doctor. I’ve been naughty.” Then she disappeared in his office like she owned the place.

Ah, hell. Things just got complicated. She was pretty much the perfect woman. So far he’d never found one that liked to play.

Chapter 5

What the hell was I doing? The tension between me and my new boss was thick. Maybe if we just fucked and got it over with, things would run smoothly. I knew he was attracted to me like I was to him. He cornered me on purpose so I played back. It wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice to be with him one time. Hell, I needed a good lay. My body craved something great, and I was hoping he wasn’t a selfish lover, because I intended to get off too.

It didn’t take long for him to follow me. He ripped his shirt off before the door clicked shut and locked the door. “Strip,” he ordered, and he voice shot right to my pussy. I didn’t usually like taking orders, but for him I was starting to think I’d do just about anything.

I kicked my shoes off and stripped my clothes off. I knew there wasn’t much time, and I needed this to be fast and awesome. I stood bare to him and for a bit I worried about how he would take in my tattoos as well as all the curves. I’d come to terms with being a big girl, but a lot of men didn’t like women who had meat on their bones. But when I met his eyes I learned real quick he wasn’t one of them. His eyes devoured my body and I shook with nerves and need. I wasn’t usually so brazen, but something about him brought out a new side of me. I wasn’t sure if I liked her—yet.

When Kendrick’s big hand gripped my hips and yanked my body into his, I smiled and tipped my head back. “I thought you wanted me bent over your desk.”

He nodded his head. “I do. But first—” then he kissed me like he was dying and I was the only thing in the world that could breathe life back into him. I felt hot and dizzy all at once and prayed I’d be able to stay on my feet. Never before had I felt a kiss like that. When his tongue touched mine it traveled straight down, and I shivered as he took my mouth with such finesse. I knew he was well-practiced. This man knew how to fucking kiss.

When I moaned, he spun me around and gripped my hips as he led me to his desk, which was cleaned off. He pushed down on my spine, and I gasped at the cold against my breasts and stomach, but I didn’t fight him. When he ran his hands over my ass and between my legs, shoving them apart, I might have come, but then he slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and felt my juices slide down my leg.

“Such a pretty ass,” he whispered and I groaned. I expected the next slap and my legs lost all feeling, but I didn’t slide to the floor in a puddle. He held me firmly and stood behind me. The tip of his erection slid down the crack until it reached the wetness letting him know how much I liked what he did.

“You’re fucking hot, Peyton,” he said, and slid inside. There was no waiting, no slow moving as he thrust into me. The burn quickly turned to pleasure when he wrapped one arm around my front and rubbed my clit. I spread my legs further, allowing him better access, and he took advantage, slamming into me with such force that my teeth slammed together. But I loved it. I wanted to be fucked, and that was exactly what he was doing.

I moaned and cried, nearly sobbing when I was so close and he pulled out. I yelled, and he chuckled, kissing me before he dragged me to the floor. Then he hovered over me, watching me with an overwhelming intensity before sliding gently back inside of my pussy. I clenched around him and bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Without prompting, I wrapped my thick legs around him, burying him deeply inside of me. When he was fully seated the motion changed. Instead of a fast pounding, Kendrick took his time and it was different. Still, he didn’t speak and I didn’t feel inclined to talk. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes, savoring the moment and avoiding his stare all at once.

His wet tongue lapped at my nipples and I screamed when he blew over it. It was the last straw and brought me over the edge. Faster than I could grasp, my climax slammed into me and rocked through my body—hard. That was his cue and he sped up again ramming into me as he searched for his release. I lifted my hips as my body shook, and clenched my inner walls around his cock, pulling his orgasm on. He yelled out my name and poured his semen inside of me. It was then I realized something very stupid on both of our parts. We didn’t use protection. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

He squeezed me tightly against him as he rocked into me. It was too intimate, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I went with it, knowing this was the one and only time I’d be with him. I gripped his face in my hands and kissed him sweetly. He didn’t fight it, but the kiss quickly heated and I felt him harden inside of me. Pulling back I laughed. “No time. I need to clean up.”

He nodded and easily helped me to my feet. There were no words. The silence stretched between us as we both put on our clothes. I didn’t stick around and went to my own space, shutting the door. I would be embarrassed later. Especially because Jazzy had most likely heard it all. I blushed thinking about it and was ashamed. Things weren’t supposed to be like this, and of course I let my libido to overtake my rational mind. The sound of the doorbell was a relief. The tension left my body when I realized we’d gotten lucky. Thank fuck for small favors.