Page 11 of What She Wants

“No?” I repeat, not used to men fighting against the brush off.

“You fucking heard me. No. We didn’t have ‘a night’ we had a moment before you ran. I did not get all that I wanted and you just can’t dismiss me like I work for you.”

Damn, he’s always so intense but I cannot be steamrolled like this.

“Then I’ll dismiss myself. Good day, sir.”

I back out of the hospital before I throw my panties at him. He’s not the boss of me so it’s best not to let him think he runs anything about me.

He moves forward to follow me but frowns when he's paged over the PA system. Maybe my prayer worked. I hear him chuckle when I turn away from him but it’s not exactly a comforting laugh.

“You’ll see me again, Esme LeClaire.”

The door closes on his words giving him the final say. He is so infuriating but I fear that I believe him.

Chapter7

Marín

She ran again.

I’m not mad at all but it is funny to watch. If anything, it’s sexy that she wants me to follow her and chase her around because if she truly wanted the opposite, she’d say it.

In all of our back and forth, she hasn’t said no to anything, just a slight brush off while staring at me like she wants to worship the ground I walk on.

Don’t worry, sweet Esme… I’ll make it happen.

There’s just something about Esme LeClaire that makes me want to give in and give her more of me rather than that little ass sample she got.

I like the way she kisses me back. It’s just as ferocious and sweet as she is. She says a lot and it seems like she’s trying to tell me that it’s a one time thing but her body…

Damn, her body is something else.

I’ve seen a lot of women’s bodies and it’s not in a creepy way—I’m a fucking gynecologist—it’s my job but there’s something about that body of hers.

When she stood close to me for what seemed to be the first time we ever fully touched body to clothed body, I just knew something about her body was different.

It fit mine like a glove. The kind of glove that glides into each of my fingers when I’m going to operate, its security and the tightness of them but nothing compares to her body and when I finally slid in for the first time, I knew she was my fucking glove.

Fuck.Hand made or rather, should I say formed, just for me. I like that.

If I wasn’t paged, I would’ve grabbed her and led her right into my office, ass up face down. I know Esme likes me to play with her a little bit and I like doing it.

It isn’t that she isn’t a challenge because she is but I like that there’s fire in her eyes when she sees me. There’s that passion in her that fades with other women. I can’t say there was an issue with anyone else that I’ve been with but it just wasn’t this.

I can’t explain it and I don’t want to. That is the luxury of being a grown ass man, I never have to explain myself to anyone.

I clear my head of my private life as I get to the source of the paging. I am the best in my field for a good reason.

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Istretch as I stand out of my chair ready to get my ass home after a full day.

As I drive home, I think about the many ways that I can pop up on Esme LeClaire as my fingers tap along to Marc Anthony’s music. This is how I like to relax on my way home from work. It would be better if I knew that Esme was at my house spread wide open for me to devour and savor. It would make this drive less routine and more exciting.

Yeah, that’s what I’m missing in my life. More excitement, and she sparks that in me. I’ve never met someone who instantly took hold of my attention like that even if she didn’t say anything that was inappropriate. Of course, at first I was offended that she thought my looks got in the way of me conducting a professional relationship with her as my patient or was it about the fact that I looked this way and I wasn’t married?

Either way, it didn’t matter now because she was going to be my wife.

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