Page 19 of Doctor Bossy

I nodded. “They have good sandwiches.”

“I’ve heard. But you might want to clarify the nature of our relationship the next time the waitress comes around.”

“Why?”

Becca smirked. “Because I’m pretty sure she has a giant crush on you.”

I glanced at her, disgusted. “She’s barely twenty-two. She’s young enough to be my daughter.”

“So?” She shrugged. “She’s of age, and some people don’t care about the age difference. Plus, you’ve got the whole silver fox thing going on, especially with that salt and pepper hair of yours.”

“What?” I had no clue what that meant, and it must have shown because Becca rolled her eyes.

“It means you’re very attractive, and it makes sense that the waitress would have a crush on you.”

She thought I was attractive?I blinked at her, and she shook her head with a smile. “Come on. Have you never looked in a mirror? You’re hot.”

“Thank you,” I responded, a little embarrassed at the compliment. Truth be told, I knew I wasn’t a bad-looking man, but I’d never paid much attention to how other people viewed me.

Either way, the conversation was taking a very dangerous turn, so I searched for a distraction. Luckily, the waitress returned with my lamb sandwich and Becca’s burger. I noticed she placed Becca’s plate down a little harder than she needed to.

“Careful,” I said automatically, and the waitress shot me a look and muttered a “sorry” out of the side of her mouth before she walked away, her steps aggressively bouncy.

Hmmm, maybe the girl did have a crush on me.

That was unsettling.

After the waitress left for the second time, Becca glanced down at her food uncertainly as she picked up the burger.

“What do you reckon are the odds she didn’t spit in this?” she mused aloud, then shrugged to herself. “Oh well. I’ve eaten worse.”

The statement caught my attention. “What do you mean by that?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Just some childhood memories.” And then she took a bite, and her eyes shut in bliss as she groaned.

“Oh my God,” she said, nearly moaning in bliss. “This is damn good.”

“You’ve never eaten here before?” I asked, ignoring the way that moan of hers ran down my body and had my cock bobbing back awake, much to my annoyance. “I thought this was where a lot of students liked to come to eat.”

“Yeah, but I could never afford it,” she mentioned. “My scholarship didn’t cover housing, and it was much cheaper to get food at the canteen.”

I’d only been to the canteen twice since I started working at the Kimmel Center. The food wasn’t fit for even prisoners.

“It wasn’t the best,” Becca admitted. “But I had to work so hard for my money, and blowing ten dollars on a burger never seemed like something I wanted to do. But damn, I think it might be almost worth it.”

I nodded. “It is.” Truthfully, my mind was no longer on the meal before me as I pondered everything she had just said and revealed, perhaps unknowingly.

I hadn’t known much about her past as James never really spoke about it. When I asked him where she came from, he only offhandedly mentioned that she had grown up in Branches. I knew the area—high crime and high poverty. I remember thinking it was impressive that she had been able to get this far, and I admired her for that. It must have taken a lot of hard work to get to this point.

But now that I knew her, I wanted to know more.

Who had taken care of her? Where were her parents? How was she living now? Did she still feel like she couldn’t afford ten-dollar burgers?

I stopped myself from asking.It’s not your business,I told myself.

But I couldn’t let go of the other thing. “Are you ready to tell me what was bothering you today?”

She sighed. “I said it’s nothing. I just saw an unpleasant face, that’s all.”

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