Page 68 of Stables

I wonder what Char would like?

I’m not a fan of pepperoni. And I have this suspicion that if I ask her what she wants, she’ll tell me “nothing”. On another day, I’d bend her over my knee to discipline her until she sees her worth.

She’ll learn she deserves more.

Idly, I thumb through the stack of menus that sit in a cubby near the computer.

Chinese. Burgers. Mexican.

Yea, that sounds easy. That place has a nacho platter with all of the toppings separated.

She could add what she likes, and I’ll know for next time.

Because there will be more.

She felt too fucking good sitting on my lap. I want to find every single thing she likes.

And where her limits are.

Wearing jeans today was the best decision I could have made. Every time that moment plays through my head, I get hard as a rock. Scrubs are absolutely shit at hiding erections.

“Got a party tonight, doc?” Maggie’s brown eyes are wide when I toss my cell into my pocket.

“What are you talking about?” I start gathering my bag, antsy to get the hell out of here.

“I heard what you ordered, that’s enough to feed a football team.” She pulls her purse over her shoulder and follows medown the hall. “One of every topping? The shrimp at that place is so expensive.”

“Have you seen my nephew eat?” I divert away from her once we hit the dark parking lot.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were heading to the ranch tonight. Have a nice drive, doc.” She gives me a half wave and slides into her car.

Char: Libby has to leave

Seeing her text makes my belly tighten and brings a smile. She listened, and is doing what I told her to do.

Good girl.

Me: I have just one stop, will be there soon

Char: Okay, see you then

There’s a part of me that wants to tell her to be naked when I get there.

Not yet, though.

Because when I pull her dark hair hard enough to arch her luscious throat, I don’t want fear to be flashing through those blue eyes.

Getting her to accept that the last thing I want to do is hurt her will be difficult.

I’m a patient man when I know what I want.

It’s never been a woman.

First it was the ranch, helping Mason get it up and running was a challenge that I eagerly accepted.

Going into business made sense. I was in with both feet to get my masters when my roommate killed his girlfriend.

That shifted me into a different direction.

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