Page 70 of Naughty Nelle

“I can’t. He doesn’t work on Saturdays.”

“Then you should see my fiancé. He’s a great dentist.”

Bingo.

I moaned again. “Do you think he could squeeze me in?”

“I’ll call him right now and make sure he does.”

Reaching for her cell phone on the coffee table, she speed-dialed a number.

I continued to feign pain while I listened to her conversation. She was obviously talking to the receptionist. She told whoever it was that a friend of hers from work had an emergency. Her brows furrowed while she waited for a response and then she broke into a smile.

“Great. He’ll be there soon. Can I say hi to Bradley?”

Pause.

“Oh, all right. Just give him my love and tell him I’ll see him tonight.”

I inwardly cringed as I watched her end the call. Placing the phone back on the coffee table, she found a pen and a cocktail napkin. She jotted something down on the paper napkin.

Smiling, she handed it to me. “My fiancé can squeeze you in. His name is Dr. Bradley Wick and this is where his office is.”

I eyed the address. Fuck. I had to go all the way to The Valley.

“Thanks.”

“Good luck. You’re going to love Bradley.”

There was only one thing I was going to love about Bradley Wick, DDS. And that was making him disappear.

My bud Jaime was right. Eliminate the competition.

I mentally gave myself a high five. Operation Dickwick was about to begin.

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