Page 34 of Auctioned to Dr. Daddy

“Damn, and I thought that I was starting a trend. What do you think of this then?” She questions, shifting beneath me.

I pull backward and pretend to look her over with a critical eye, struggling to keep a serious look on my face. “A step up, but still better without. I think that this—” I undo another one of the pearly buttons. “Might make the difference.”

I can see that she didn’t put a bra on now. Her cheeks are pink. It’s cute, considering that I was just between her legs.

“The coffee is probably done,” says Demi. When I don’t move, she rolls her eyes, gives me a kiss, and repeats herself.

This time, I step out of the way and follow her back into the house. We leave the front door open, and the scent of the oncoming storm floods into the house. In the kitchen, she stops to open another window, letting even more of the cool breeze in.

“So, you’ve been coming out here since you were a kid?” I ask.

Demi hums as she makes my coffee, just the way I take it at the hospital. It’s flattering that she pays that much attention to me. Touching, even.

“Yeah, the horses are like my family. Mindy’s practically a not-blood aunt,” says Demi. “When my mom passed away, it was sudden, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was still in my final year of med school, and I just… I was really lost.”

The mug is passed to me. I take a sip, letting the heat of it wash through me.

Demi continues, “And Mindy decided that she could use an extra set of eyes out here, someone that knew what they were doing. So, she offered me this house. I could never afford a place like this without her. Farm rentals are insane, even compared to the city.”

“I think this might be the first farm I’ve ever stepped foot on,” I admit, with a laugh. “But it’s fucking gorgeous.”

“It is! And you haven’t even seen the best parts of it!” Her face lights up when she starts talking about the farm, eyes going bright in a way that’s more than just a little endearing. Demi makes wild gestures with the hand that’s not holding her mug. “Some of the back paddocks are just amazing.”

“I’d say that you should come out to my penthouse sometime for the view, but I’m not sure that the cityscape would impress you anywhere near as much,” I say, laughing.

It’s normally a good conversation piece. I live on the top floor of an apartment building about ten minutes from the hospital; the penthouse suite is nothing but glass walls, with what I’ve always thought was the most incredible view of the city.

Honestly, the view is what swayed me into leasing that place over buying a house. And I know that my brother, Tyler, has a house that he never gets to actually use. That’s always been a bit of a deterrent for me, even though our situations are vastly different from each other.

“I’d love to see it sometime,” says Demi, earnestly. The smile that she gives me is sweeter than sugar. “And… You know, it might be something that you aren‘t interested in, but you should think about bringing Tabby out here sometime.”

“Really?” My whole face lights up.

Demi nods. “I thought that the farm was literally the most amazing thing when I was a kid. I mean, you think horses are big now? Imagine what they look like when you’re three feet shorter!”

“Tabitha loves animals,” I admit. “Cats, dogs, the whole nine yards. I think that she would love it here.”

The first fat droplets of rain slam into the window. Or rather, they miss the glass and come in through the screen. Demi winces.

“Okay,” she says, turning and closing the window. “So maybe that wasn’t my best idea. Guess I used all the light bulbs on getting you here.”

“I think that was a fair use of good ideas. I’ll get the front door.” I move to go close it, taking a moment to look into the paddock, at the stallion.

Lightning has moved to stand underneath the large lean-to in his field. There’s a stone fountain-style structure at the center of it that must serve as his automatic watering system, and a metal, barred container holding hay.

The horse is happily munching on his hay, and fully out of the weather.

“He costs more than your car,” whispers Demi, sliding up behind me. She slips her hand into my back pocket again. “And yes, I mean the super fancy one. I bet that his life insurance is a bigger sum than any of the patients that we handle, too. Horses are serious business.”

“They have life insurance on him?” I don’t know why that idea strikes me as so funny, but it does.

“He even has his own house.” Demi reaches out with her free hand, pointing at one of the buildings on the far side of the paddock. “A barn just for Lightning. He’s the biggest deal on the farm.”

“I don’t know about that.” I turn in her grip, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to me. “You seem like a pretty big deal.”

“Depends on who you ask, I guess,” says Demi. She rocks up onto her toes to kiss me and I’m more than happy to oblige, running my tongue over the roof of her mouth, the backs of her teeth. Kissing her until there’s too much rain being blown into the open door and we both have to retreat into the house, laughing at each other.

There’s water running down her face, matting the flyaway strands of hair to the sides of her cheeks and the curve of her neck.

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