Page 25 of Doctor Daddy

I stopped just before I disconnected. “Yeah?”

“Can you still see me?”

“Yeah.”

She looked over her shoulder again, and this time when she pulled the neckline of her shirt down, she exposed even more bra. And then she lifted her breast from the cup and exposed her nipple.

I couldn’t say anything. I was stunned.

“Mark? You still there?”

I swallowed. “Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Okay, just wanted to remind you what was waiting. Bye.”

The last I saw of her was her perfectly puckered lips kissing at the ring cam. I ended the connection and began cursing the traffic in earnest. I needed to get off this fucking freeway and take city streets.

It was another long and frustrating hour before I was clear of the accident and pulling into my driveway.

When I opened the door, I could smell something cooking. I couldn’t place the smells other than garlic and onion and pepper. Tossing my keys and wallet on the entry table I strode into the kitchen.

Brooke had pop music blasting from her phone. She danced around doing some kind of meal prep. There were pots and pans all over the stove.

“Brooke.”

She jumped with a startled scream. “You scared me.”

She sashayed up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck as if we had been doing this forever.

Without hesitation, I lowered to her lips and kissed her long and deep. She was cool nectar after a hot afternoon.

“I thought you might text me when you were getting close.”

“Sorry about that.” I hadn’t thought to keep her updated on my progress once I knew she was inside and waiting.

“I hope you don’t mind. I rummaged around in your fridge and pulled a few things out. I didn’t touch the steaks if you still wanted to grill them.”

I groaned. Getting the coals started would take too long. I shook my head. “No grilling, not tonight. I will do a little pan-searing, and warming in the oven, if that works for you.”

She nodded.

“Let me go change. I’ll be right back.” I started to leave the kitchen. I turned to watch her bustle about putting our dinner together. She had one of my grilling aprons tied around her. She looked adorable. She looked like she belonged there. “You look very nice this evening.”

She smiled and bit her lower lip.

I was already fighting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to my bedroom like some kind of caveman. Dinner was going to be a test of wills.

I tossed on some clean jeans and a tee. It seemed pointless to get dressed up. Brooke was already here, and she was the one showing off in my kitchen, not me.

When I walked back into the kitchen, Brooke wasn’t there. I grabbed a cast iron skillet and moved an empty pot out of my way. Pan searing wasn’t my favorite, but it would get the job done. I preferred my steaks a little closer to medium than raw. And that finishing happened in the oven.

I slapped some butter and garlic into the skillet and got a flame under it.

The steaks had spent the afternoon marinating, so they were already seasoned when I began searing the edges and each side to a nice nutty brown.

“Mark?” Brooke’s voice was low and breathy and tentative.

“Yeah?” I didn’t look up; my focus was on the meat. I didn’t want to be distracted by her flirting at the moment.

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