Page 47 of Dr Feel Good
Would he be happy to see me? The way we’d parted had been less than ideal, and club business had prevented me from seeking him out sooner. The revelation of Fendi’s betrayal, which led to her death and my injuries, came with messes to clean up. The Bloody Femmes that she’d aligned with to take me out and reclaim her presidency had skipped town. Finding those cunts had become top priority, now that I’d purged the three bitches who’d conspired against me with Fendi.
I sighed, massaging my temples. The entire situation was one big headache. Despite everything, Felix’s cabin had been peaceful, and the intimacy we shared and the bond we developed had been a major highlight. For the first time since I ended things with Warrior, I’d felt comfortable submitting to a man, and I longed to forget all my responsibilities and let him dominate me again.
Yet, this was real life, and not a romance novel where everything would ultimately be okay. I’d read a good deal of Estelle’s romantasy novels. The plots varied, but in the end, love always won. I could only hope my meeting with Felix would end happily, even if it was only temporary.
Finally, the door opened, and Felix walked in. I stood, offering a wave when his eyes fell on me. His eyes widened, and I hoped the surprise that flickered across his face was a positive thing.
“Hey,” I said, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jacket to stop from fidgeting.
For a moment, he just stared, increasing my nerves. As the seconds passed, I wondered if I’d made a mistake.
“Michelle,” he breathed.
He pulled me into his arms, his tight embrace erasing any doubts. When he pulled away, he looked at the front desk.
“When’s my next appointment?” he asked, settling an arm around my shoulders.
The woman blinked at the display of affection, then looked at her computer. A few clicks of her mouse later, and she had an answer.
“Forty-five minutes, sir.”
While I was waiting, someone called to cancel their appointment. Lucky for me, as otherwise, I might not have been able to see Felix.
“Excellent,” he said, then grabbed my wrist.
He didn’t release me until we were alone in his office, his door locked to give us complete privacy. When he did, his arms found my waist, and his lips found mine. Immediately, I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. If he wanted to, I would’ve let him bend me over the desk and fuck the shit out of me, to hell with anyone who heard us. Unfortunately, Felix had more self-restraint than me, so after a minute of tangling tongues, he pulled away.
He rested his forehead against mine. “How’d you find me?”
I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t difficult. A quick search of your name, and you popped up.”
“Benefit of being the best plastic surgeon in Kansas City, I suppose.”
His cockiness earned another eye roll, though all the evidence pointed to his statement being factual.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” I began, knowing that I’d have to address the elephant in the room. “Can’t go into too much detail about club business, but I had to deal with the fallout of what happened.”
“Your attempted assassination, I take it?”
I nodded, knowing I’d have to be careful with my next words. Razor, Warrior, and everyone else who’d opened their mouth in front of Felix had already revealed too much.
“Still some loose ends to tie up, but the worst have been dealt with.”
“But you’re safe now?”
His concern for my well-being warmed my heart, and a smile spread across my face. “Safer than I was before, with traitors in my presence.”
“Good,” he said, stealing another kiss, briefer and more chaste than the last.
This time, he released me when he pulled away. Disappointment flooded me, but it went away when he retrieved his smartphone and handed it to me. I was giddy when I realized he wanted me to put my number in his phone.
“Michelle, will you do the honor of giving me your number?”
My grin grew. Adding myself to his contacts was my answer. I considered what to save myself, deciding neither Athena nor Michelle made the cut. Risks were involved if I used either, so another nickname was best. With that hurdle overcome, I gave him my phone back.
His eyebrows rose. “Pookiebear?” he repeated.
I bit back a giggle. “With a heart.”
