Page 97 of Dr. Intern

Today may have started as a step back, but it definitely ended as a leap forward.

Since Parker was going to be home later tonight, Caroline offered to stay with me at the condo so I wouldn’t be alone. While I would have normally taken her up on the offer, I promised Beau that I would video call him before I went to bed so that I could open his real Christmas present.

I had no idea he left me anything until he casually mentioned it on the way out of the on call room this afternoon. It’s been tormenting me all evening as I’ve debated what it could be. Given his previous gifts of pajamas and lingerie, the gift is probably something equally as intimate and playful. Though, I’m not complaining because everything the man has purchased for me has gotten lots of use.

Slipping into my Christmas lingerie, adorned with red velvet and bells, I settle myself in front of the festively lit tree and press the call button on my phone. Catching a glimpse of myself on the screen, I can’t help but giggle at the sight—I look absurd with my tits pushed up and dark curls falling over my shoulders. But, I also look hot.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Beau answers, not looking at his phone as he walks through what looks like a hospital hallway. His brown eyes quickly glance down and widen before he abruptly hangs up.

A minute later he calls back.

“Give a man some warning before you call me half-naked. Anyone could’ve seen you.” He runs his fingers through his facial hair before a devious grin forms on his lips. “You look fucking sexy though. Damn, I’m lucky as fuck.”

I feel my cheeks blush at his praise. “Oh, this old number?” I tease, drawing the phone down my body slowly before I snap it back up to my face. “Someone special gave it to me.”

Beau hisses and bites his hand like he’s in pain. “Claire.”

“Yes?” I giggle, batting my eyelashes at him.

“You may think it’s fun to tease me now, but I’ve got all day tomorrow, and nothing better to do than punish you for it.”

My core clenches at the thought, and I kind of hope it’s something similar to what he did today. I loved how he had me in his complete control, using me for his own release before he gave me what I needed. He’s always prioritized my pleasure, and having him take his first, while I was at his mercy, was super hot. His skilled fingers didn’t have to touch me for long before I combusted on his hand.

I tilt the screen to my tits again, knowing it’ll only provoke him further. “Oh? And how exactly will you do that?”

“A few things come to mind,” he contemplates, hesitantly flicking his eyes away from the screen to somewhere in the room. A moment later he says, “Sorry, just got paged.”

My heart sinks. I know he’s busy, but I was really hoping to chat. We’ve barely talked in the past week, and I miss him.

“Go ahead,” I murmur, trying to hide my disappointment.

“No, I’ve got like five minutes,” Beau reassures me with a soft smile. “It’s not urgent, and I want to see you open your Christmas present.”

“You sure?” I ask, wanting to be considerate of his responsibilities.

“Of course I’m sure,” he replies, his voice warm.

I set the phone on the television stand to give him a clear view and scurry to the back of the tree where the gift is hidden. It’s unexpectedly heavy, wrapped in rich red paper, and topped with a pristine white bow.

“Careful,” Beau warns as I give the box a gentle shake. “It’s kind of breakable.”

“Oops, force of habit,” I admit with a sheepish grin, ripping into the wrapping without a thought to preserve the high-quality paper.

“Well, well, well,” I muse, lifting the lid to reveal a coffee mug. “What do we have here?”

“Wait!” Beau calls, causing me to stop mid-action. I quickly glance back at the screen. “There’s a note inside. Make sure you read it before you open the gift.”

I smile and shake my head. “Of course there is.”

Carefully liftingthe note out of the mug, I read the words.

The most important nickname you’ve given me is Boyfriend Beau.

I bought this mug weeks ago, and it never felt like the right time to give it to you.

But because it’s Christmas, and at Christmas you tell the truth, you deserve to know how I feel.

My throat catches as I finish his note. Not only did he quote Love Actually, my favorite Christmas movie of all time, but his words are beautiful.

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