Page 33 of Doctoring Dolly

“I’ll be standing right outside while you do. For the next eight hours, you are in my charge, and I take my duties seriously. Or would you rather stand in the corner of the lobby so whoever is working the desk can keep an eye on you?”

Dolly felt her eyes go wide at that suggestion. “No, Sir. I’ll stay with you.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s get breakfast at the café. That will lessen the number of people on your list.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Feeling the need for comfort food, Dolly refused to look at Quincy as she ordered chocolate chip pancakes with extra whip cream and syrup and an extra side of bacon. Maybe she would make herself sick and have to stay in her room all day.

That would be one way to avoid Quincy, though she had a feeling he was a dedicated enough Dominant that he would sit on the bathroom floor with her while holding her hair as she threw up.

“She’d also like a glass of milk, please,” Quincy added after she finished ordering.

“Yes, Sir.”

Dolly looked at the young woman’s name tag and noted her name. As they waited for their food to be prepared, she opened the back of her notebook and clicked her pen. At the top of the page she wrote, “People I’ve Talked To” then wrote “Julie—café”.

Thinking back to her arrival at Rawhide Ranch, she started with Tiago at the security gatehouse and went from there. She only got a half dozen names jotted down before her name was called.

Breakfast was ready.

Taking the tray from Julie, she looked to Quincy for direction. He smiled at her and said, “Do you want to eat here or go back to the room?”

“Here please,” she said as her stomach rumbled noisily.

Quincy ate his breakfast and watched as Dolly picked at her food with her left hand while she made notes in her book with her right.

“Eat your breakfast,” he said, taking the pen from her hand.

“But I need to make the list for Master Derek.”

He could tell she wanted to argue but looked at him for a second before dropping her gaze to her plate.

“And you will. But first you’re going to eat at least half of what’s on your plate.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she put her fork in her right hand. Then she went to work on her breakfast. Without the notebook to distract her, she was able to focus on the fact that she was hungry. It only took a few minutes for her to clean her plate, though he could tell the food brought her no comfort.

He waited until she laid her fork down before he praised her. “Good girl. Now let’s go back to the room and together we’ll finish your list.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

After piling their dishes together, he had her carry the tray back into the café before returning to the table again. Glancing at his watch, he wondered what else he could do to keep her busy and on edge for the next seven hours.

When Dolly returned to the table, he rose and took her hand in his. Then he led her back to his room. He made a mental note to ask Derek to close out her room account since she would be staying in his room for the duration of their stay.

After placing the do not disturb hanger on the doorknob for housekeeping, he led her across the room to the table by the fireplace.

“All right, get to work. Once you finish, we’ll go through the list since we’ve been together most of the time.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.

While she worked, he retrieved her bags and brought them into his room. Then he went back into her room and closed and locked her side of the connecting door. Leaving her room by the hall door, he reentered his room from the hallway and did the same to his connecting door.

A glance at Dolly showed she was watching him with curiosity. When she saw he was looking at her, she dropped her head and returned to the task at hand.

Without a word, he laid her suitcase on the bed, opened it up and unpacked it. By the time he hung the last garment in his closet, she seemed to have finished writing as well.

“All done?”

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