Page 82 of Desperate Desires

“Just promise me, Ono. Promise me you’ll tell me yourself if you change your mind. Promise I won’t read about it somewhere in a tabloid or something,” she whispered.

“That will never happen. But I promise, Michelle. I will always make sure you’re taken care of first.”

“I might be crazy, but I believe you,” she said.

The woman was a sorceress, intoxicating me with her blunt honesty. Mesmerizing me with those damn dark eyes.

I stood up, dropping my napkin on the table as the surf crashed against the shore twenty feet away from us.

I knew we had to talk, but stopping now was beyond my control.

“We go back to the real world tomorrow, Doc. Let me have you tonight. Please,” I begged, leaving my pride to blow away like dust in the wind.

Chapter 24-Shelly

Thoughts of last night filtered through my mind in a dreamlike haze that whispered of a world I’d only imagined in my wildest fantasies.

Ono had come at me with single-minded focus. Like he was driven by one purpose and one purpose only—to fuck me into a stupor.

And I was happy to report he did.

Three times.

“You comfortable, Wife?” my husband asked, sitting his hulking frame right next to me despite the completely empty private airplane.

“Mm hmm,” I said, wiggling a little in my seat.

Truth was, I was a little sore.

He’d been insatiable last night, driving into me almost ruthlessly like he was determined to try to meld us into one being.

Right now, he was preoccupied, working on his laptop. I’d decided to take the time it would take to fly home to nap, relax my ever-questioning mind.

I had a meeting with the hospital board in a few days to go over what I was planning with the new lab Ono set up for me.

I still could not believe it. I wasn’t sure what it all meant yet and had every intention of making this thing work.

Yes, Ono had sent me the document his lawyers and experts had prepared when they’d brought his proposal to the hospital, but I still needed to look it over.

I had a long way to go in my career before I was worthy of the opportunity he’d given me, but I was beginning to think I might enjoy the business side of running something like a lab to improve medical devices needed in pediatric surgery and therapy.

I already liked the idea of it more than I enjoyed being an actual surgeon.

Lucky for me, I had time to figure it out.

The threat of having to move to a new hospital was gone now, as for my apartment. Well, my husband had already solved that. Something I had only found out earlier this morning.

God, this man.

How could any one person be so perfect?

“Um, what happens when we land?”

“What do you mean? We get our shit and go home,” he replied, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Yes, but where are we going to live?”

“Oh. The brownstone.”

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