Page 4 of Dr. Billionaire
She cursed herself inwardly. Her awkwardness could still rear its ugly head every once in a while, and for a moment she felt like she’d been transported right back to high school, overthinking her every move and every word while trying to talk to a cute boy.
As if reading her mind, Mark moved in front of her, blocking her view of their impressive surroundings and reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “There’s no need to be nervous, Jenna.” His voice was deep and gravelly and so very sexy. “If you’d like, we can just sit on the balcony and have some dessert and coffee and I’ll drive you home after. Or…” His fingers drifted down, brushing over her neck. “You can go upstairs and put on something more comfortable.”
Jenna’s insides turned molten, and she took a shuddering breath as her eyes darted from side to side, searching her brain for her next move.
This was it. If she stayed, he was going to fuck her tonight.
Did she want him to fuck her?
If she was honest with herself, she’d been imagining his cock—and what he might do with it later—ever since she first set eyes on his toned body, but what if he was into something… weird?
What had his profile said? Something about only playing games if a girl was naughty? That could mean nothing… or it could mean her getting fucked by a man dressed as Darth Vader.
“Uh…” was all that came out.
“Which will it be, babygirl?” he said, his voice low and gentle.
She felt butterflies come to life in her tummy. He could fuck her in a Shrek costume with a voice like that.
“I guess I’ll go change into something more comfortable,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. “I didn’t bring anything with me, though…”
Mark smiled, then pointed at the staircase. “First room on your left. You’ll find something to change into in the closet. I’ll be up in ten minutes.”
“So you just keep lingerie around for random girls to change into, huh?” Jenna asked, unable to help herself. “Like a player?”
Humor had always been her defense mechanism, especially growing up when her parents weren’t around much and she didn’t have many friends. Her mom used to tell her that laughter was an instant vacation, usually when she was bugging her parents to do something with her because she was bored.
“If you remember correctly,” he said, his expression deadpan, “I only play games when a girl is feeling naughty.” He gestured again toward the staircase, then waited expectantly.
Not knowing what else to do, she climbed the stairs, found the guest room he had mentioned, and ventured tentatively into the walk-in closet. On an upholstered bench in the middle of the closet was… a hospital gown. It was soft cotton and completely open in the back, with two ties to hold it closed.
Jenna looked around the rest of the closet, expecting to see the real outfit he intended for her to wear, positive that this garment was just here by accident, possibly leftover from some procedure he’d had or some presentation he’d given at one of the hospitals he worked with.
When she saw nothing else hanging up or folded on any of the shelves, she peeked her head back out of the bedroom and called out, “All I see in here is a hospital gown…”
“Yes, that’s it,” came the reply she’d feared.
“So… just the hospital gown?” she pressed hopefully.
“Just the hospital gown.”
Jenna sighed, considered changing her mind and asking for a ride home, and then decided that telling the other homeless people about how she had refused to play doctor with a billionaire back when she still had an apartment sounded like even less fun than… whatever Dr. Billionaire planned to do to her tonight.
After stripping out of her skirt and top, she decided to leave her panties and bra on. She didn’t listen when her regular doctor told her to drink eight glasses of water per day, after all, so surely there was some room for interpretation here too…
Once she’d slipped her arms into the gown and tied the top tie around the back of her neck and the bottom one in the middle of her back, she spun around to check out her reflection.
Jenna couldn’t help but pout. This was… not Victoria Secret.
The fabric hung loosely around her curves, and it felt scratchy against her skin.
Reminding herself that she’d been mentally prepared for worse, Jenna quickly found a comb and toothbrush in the cabinets and set about freshening up with the few minutes she had left. After bending over the sink to splash water on her face, she glanced up to see Mark in the doorway.
She found herself gawking for the second time that evening as she looked him up and down. He was wearing scrubs, but not the boxy type she’d seen most medical professionals wear. They were perfectly tailored to his form, especially the bottoms, which outlined a visible bulge just below the drawstring. He was wearing an open white coat over his outfit, and Jenna wondered if he was the only man on Earth that had the ability to become sexier the more layers he wore.
Finally raising her gaze to meet his, she noticed him running his eyes over her in much the same fashion, and the pout returned to her face. “This isn’t very flattering…”
“I disagree,” Mark replied, eyeing her appreciatively. “Come with me,” he instructed, holding his hand out to her.
