Page 13 of Eight Naughty Notes

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TORI

“You look positively glowing this morning, Dr. Clark.”

“I’m not sure why, Nurse Richards.”

“Could it be you and Dr. Powers already started working through more than those cases?”

I snorted at Stephanie. “Please. You need to quit it. No one works that fast.”

Yes, Christian and I had been meeting for coffee over the past two weeks but it hadn’t gone much further than us getting familiar with each other, again. And some playful flirting. That man made me feel like a cat in heat almost every day. Watching his lips move as he spoke, made me remember what he could do with his lips, his tongue. Even the right pressure of his dazzling white teeth. Even watching his tap around on the tablet with those thick fingers of his had me wanting to spread open for him so he could impale me and bring me to an orgasm with just a few flicks and a curl of his index finger.

When he would reposition himself to make himself more comfortable, I would imagine climbing onto his big lap and riding him from here to oblivion. We would both love it. But still, I would not be that easy.

“Speak for yourself.”

I stared at her.

“I used to be young once, which is how I know you are wasting your time trying to be a martyr.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Oh no? Then what would you call it because I don’t see anyone dying from loneliness in this room, but you.”

“You’re being a bit melodramatic, aren’t you?”

“No. Not at all my dear.”

“Now I’m my dear.”

“You always are. Now when do you meet with him today?”

“Actually in a few minutes. I was on my way when you stopped me.”

“Then don’t let me keep you.”

“You’re not kee—”

“Oh my, look at the time. I need to get to the uh. I just need to go.”

And then she dashed away as if the cops were on her tail.

I shook my head at her antics but as I prepared to grab my iPad and clutch, I felt an awareness take hold of me and turned to find Christian standing in the doorway to my office.

Despite the fact that we’d be seeing each other a lot the past couple of weeks, I still felt like every time I saw his face, my breath was taken away. My body would come alive, and so would the other parts of me that almost needed him to reacquaint himself with them. Just him standing there, had my lips parting like we were inside of some romance novel.

Christian had been giving me doctor’s notes over the last week. The first one was simple: Go home and rest. The second one told me: Go home and do whatever it is that would make me smile. I went home and masturbated to the thought of him moving slowly inside of me.

The third note that I received on my windshield told me: Go to Perry’s, sit down on a stool and order your favorite drink.

I hesitated to follow those orders because it had been so long since I went somewhere to have a drink and certainly not alone, but I did it anyway. To my surprise, the tattooed bartender knew who I was somehow, slid me a flute filled with French 75 and handed me a paper note. I looked up at the bartender who only winked before going to another patron down the bar. I took a sip of my champagne before unfolding the note and reading:

“I still want you, and I will have you.

-Dr. Christian Powers, M.D.”

The note made his feelings clear and if I were honest, they mirrored my own. I had a choice to make: accept what he was offering and try to keep things as casual as possible so no one got hurt, or pretend there was no chance for us. But his dark eyes called to me like a beacon. Casual how? I took a deep breath.

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