Page 21 of The Game Changer

“So many answers to that question, but pretty much anything she’d want.”

“So, dinner and multiple orgasms?” she says, and I about choke on my own tongue.

“Sure,” I cough out. “If that’s what she wants, who am I to disappoint and tell her no.”

“The way I see it is that’s a pretty mutual benefiting night for the both of you.”

“I like the way you think.” I wink at her across the table.

“My only rule is that an alarm gets set tonight. I can’t be late or rushing again tomorrow morning. Cassie would never let me live it down. She was already teasing me all morning. I can only imagine what she’s going to say after I come back from lunch and you leave.”

“She gave me quite the once over when I came in with lunch,” I say with a chuckle.

“She’s very opinionated, but I couldn’t survive without her. She’s a godsend and helps me keep things running smoothly.”

“Sounds like a good person to have on your team.”

“She really is. Even if I do have to remind her sometimes who’s the boss,” Jill says with a laugh.

I look down at my watch and see that it’s almost one. We’ve been outside here for at least forty-five minutes or so. “What time do you need to get back to work?” I ask, picking up the trash from both of our finished sandwiches and placing it all back in the bag.

“I should probably get back inside. I need to finish up on some notes from my last patient before my afternoon ones arrive.”

“Sounds good, I don’t want to keep you longer than you have time for. What time will you be off tonight?”

“I should be done with my last patient by five, and I will try and get out of here by six.”

“Does seven work for dinner, then?” I ask.

“Sure. That gives me time to run home and change. Should I pack an overnight bag?” she asks, the look in her eyes a smoldering fire that tells me she’d undress me right here if she could.

“That’s up to you. Do you want to stay the night? Would it be easier if I came to your place?” I offer.

“Either works. I have a cat, have I ever told you that? Just in case that’s a problem?”

“Not a problem, and why would it be?” I ask.

“I’ve found that most guys don’t like cats, and I dated one guy that was apparently deathly allergic to them, he just didn’t know until about ten minutes after coming over to my place. He ended up having to go to the hospital for the reaction. It was so bad. I never heard from him again after that,” she muses.

“That’s a really shitty way to find out you’re allergic to something.”

“Have you ever seen that movie with Will Smith, the one where he’s the dating guru and he has an allergic reaction while he’s out on the date?”

“I think maybe once,” I tell her.

“It was like that. He swelled up and started having trouble breathing. I freaked out and called an ambulance for him. Since it was only our first date, he didn’t want me to go to the hospital with him. I felt bad about it. But like I said, I never saw him again after that.”

“I think that takes the cake for obscure date experiences. I can’t say that I’ve ever had a date end with someone going to the hospital in an ambulance.”

“I’m glad I can bring something interesting to this relationship,” she says as we start to walk back to the building.

“Thank you for bringing me lunch, it was a nice surprise,” Jill says as we both slow down just before we reach the door to the building.

“Anytime. Plus, I felt bad about this morning.” I brush some of her hair off her shoulder before I slide my hand up her neck. I close the few inches between us and bring my lips down on hers, capturing them in a kiss that I do my damnedest to keep PG.

“I should go so that you can get back to work,” I tell her once I’ve stepped back.

“I’ll let you know when I’m leaving work.”

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