Page 20 of Doctor Daddy

Her eyes looked big and innocent. “What’s that?”

“No one at the hospital knows about this. About us.”

“I’m not about to tell my parents if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Your parents are one thing. The Chief Surgeon is another issue altogether. That fact that your father is the same person, that makes this tricky.”

Tricky was an understatement.

“The hospital frowns on doctors getting involved with staff. It creates an unbalanced power dynamic.”

She nodded. “I get it, no fraternization within the ranks. And definitely don’t let my father know. I can keep a secret. Can you? This is a nice place. Have you eaten here before?”

I nodded. “A time or two.”

“What’s good here? I’m starving.” She looked straight into my eyes and licked her lower lip. She was playing the temptress, and it was fully working.

“You said you’re hungry. Shall we split an appetizer or a cab home?” I asked. I would not be upset if we missed dinner for activities much more appetizing.

“Appetizers sound good.” She studied the menu. “What do you like?”

“I like,” I paused. I looked up and she was so delectable that it was work to keep my mind on food. “The oysters are good here.”

She shook her head and scrunched up her face. “No oysters for me.”

“Well, I haven’t had anything I didn’t like here. I’m sure anything you get will be good.”

Brooke tentatively tried the appetizers. She smiled and hummed as she ate. She stopped her little act for most of dinner. She didn’t need to try so hard. I was already hooked.

Our conversation went everywhere. We talked about travel, movies, and books. She told me about the most obscure things, and I tried to match her esoteric knowledge with my own. We shared bites from each other’s dinners, and when the waitress asked if we were interested in dessert, we said yes.

I put down my fork when I finished a slice of red velvet cake. I wanted something more substantial to finish my evening. I wanted Brooke.

“I’ve had a nice evening with you, Brooke. Would you care to join me for a nightcap back at my place?” I cleared his throat a few times. She knew what I meant. There was no reason to be crass.

“Why, Doctor Mark, are you propositioning me?”

There was something about the way she said‘Doctor Mark’that made my cock throb. She’d been calling me that for years. Why was it now so fucking sexy?

With a gasp, she placed a hand over her cleavage blocking my view. “What kind of a woman do you think I am?”

No one would ever accuse Brooke of being able to fake her way out of any situation. Her acting was horrible. She was playing with me. I started to laugh and played right along.

“I think you are the kind of woman who goes after exactly what she wants.” I let my gaze linger on her lips.

“Well, I am. But I am also not the kind of woman you can take advantage of on the first date.” She batted her lashes at me.

I had to clear my throat again. She was toying with me, and she was winning. “Are you serious? And what would you call what happened at the gala?”

“That was not a date.” She sat upright with perfect posture. That made her breasts really stick out. My eyes went straight to them. She had to know what she was doing, putting her assets out on display that way. “Definitely not a date.”

I thought about it for a moment. I put my napkin on the table and stood. We were done for tonight. I held my hand out to help her up.

“Then I should escort you back to your car.”

“You aren’t going to ask me out for a second date?”

“I’m considering it. Any incentives to sweeten the pot?” I ran a finger over her shoulder, teasing the exposed skin. I wanted to get my hands on her. If not now, then when?

---