Page 10 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

“Curt is doing well for himself.” Derek made dumb small talk while I wanted to skip straight to the meat of why I’d approached him. It was the first social event we had attended together, and I was eager to cut loose with him a bit.

“Yeah, he is. I think he planned this party just to feel like the old days. Remember when we had that giant house party? It was your senior year. I was a freshman, and Curt was a junior. You guys played the Catholic school and won. Curt had a friend buy a keg, and it was almost a rager until Dad came in and blew us up.”

Derek laughed and wiped his mouth. “Yeah, and boy, were we in trouble. He made us clean the whole thing up, and we had to wash all the walls and shampoo all the carpets.” He took another bite of chili, his bowl almost empty. I slurped mine right from the bowl. The last few dribbles were always the best. He shook his head at me. Some things never changed.

“Remember what happened afterward?” I asked, tossing my dish in the garbage. The lone partygoer who lingered in the garage with us meandered back into the house and left us alone. Perfect timing for the conversation I wanted to have with him.

Derek took his last bite and wiped his mouth before tossing his trash out too. I could almost feel the mood of the room change as he turned to me.

“Yeah, if I remember correctly, that was the day your dad ran out of carpet shampoo and made Curt drive him to the store to buy more. We were alone. We got into a water fight, which turned into a pretty hot make-out session.” The way he licked his lips teased me. I wasn’t sure if he was drawing my attention to them or if he just tasted lingering chili. I wanted to lick it off for him.

Moving closer to him, I fiddled with a button on his shirt. He didn’t shy away, which was promising. My body tensed as I leaned in. He was just inches from me now. “I remember that day very fondly. I think it’s one of my favorite memories with you.” My eyes traced up his chest to his face, which was decidedly fixed on me—dilated pupils and all.

“Yeah?” Derek’s hand rested on my hip, sending a flurry of sensations through my body and encouraging me to continue. “What do you like most about that memory?”

Even though I was playing it cool on the outside, my insides were screaming. After his rebuff in the office, I was certain he would play the “inner-office dating” card and walk away. But he was there, hand on my hip, face turned toward mine. And fuck if that cologne wasn’t intoxicating enough to get me high.

“Oh, I don’t know... this?” Ready to make my move, I rose up on my tiptoes and let my eyes flutter shut. His hand steadied me, riding along my hip like it was made to order. I could feel his breath brushing over my lips and let my lips part slowly.

“Derek!”

The nasally voice of Pinched Nose made him jerk away, and I was left catching myself on the table. When my eyes opened to take her in, she was smirking and Derek was turning for another bowl of chili.

“Yeah, Brittani, what’s up?” Derek’s voice was remarkably calm for having such an intense moment interrupted. His hands were calm as he doctored his second bowl of soup and turned to face the impudent blonde.

“Curt asked for you. You should come in. We’re going to play a drinking game.”

The minute Pinched Nose—a.k.a. Brittani—left, Derek set the bowl of chili down and offered me a half-smile and an expression that begged me to understand. I didn’t say a word as he walked out the side garage door, his keys jingling in his pocket. I could smack that woman for killing the mood.

Part of me thought if I followed Derek out the door, maybe he’d invite me home. But part of me wondered whether he was grateful she’d interrupted us. Once again, I was rebuffed, but not in a way that communicated a hard “no”.

I stared at the bowl of chili Derek had prepared, thinking how it would go to waste. But the more I looked at it, the more I realized he couldn’t have made it for himself. Derek loved sour cream, and I hated it. This bowl of chili had cheese and bacon bits, just the way I liked it.

A smile curled my lips as I picked up the bowl of chili and realized he had done that to show me he was thinking of me. Maybe he wasn’t all work and no play, after all.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Derek

I shutthe door behind myself as I left, not even looking back to see whether Maggie noticed the chili I had prepared was made to order. Feeling her that close to me again was painfully arousing. I had to adjust my dick in my pants as I walked to my car. Magnolia Brock was off limits for more than one reason, but my cock seemed to think she was fair game. If I hadn’t left when I did, I knew something would go down and I’d piss Curt off again.

The night was chilly, and it took my car a bit to get warm. I drove across town to my place on the outskirts, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She smelled like warm vanilla... or was it sugar cookies? My brain got jumbled up the second she touched my shirt as if she owned me, possessively pawing at my button. Fuck, had I wanted to kiss her, and hell if Brittani didn’t pick the worst time to interrupt.

The property was dark when I pulled up. I’d half expected Hammer to have left a light on in the barn, but thankfully, I was not playing babysitter tonight for him. It made it easy to slip into the house and grab a beer from the fridge and relax on the sofa. I popped the cap and tossed it onto the coffee table, gulping the cold drink faster than was tasteful, but something needed to calm my racing heart. She had been so fucking close to me.

I could have done it, kissed her and reminded myself what it felt like to taste those full lips of hers. And if I had, Curt would no doubt be hunting me down right now. I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes, resting my beer on my knee with my hand still locked around the cold bottle.

Maggie was something else. She always had been. I had just been too much of a coward to stand up to her brother and see just how amazing she was. And it wasn’t just the fact that she put out, either. She was gorgeous. Her smile changed the way I felt, like turning on a light in a dark room. And she was smart and funny—and holy shit, I wanted to feel her tits in my hands.

My mind started to run away with me, imagining her walking into my office and peeling her clothes off little by little. That seductive pout she always got on her lips as she advanced toward me. I felt my cock stirring and brushed my hand across the front of my pants a few times, encouraging it. What I wouldn’t give to bend her over my desk and slide into her moisture, feel her from the inside.

I snapped my eyes open, realizing what I was doing, and finished my beer. I couldn’t think of her that way. Maggie was my employee, not an old flame I needed to rekindle. It didn’t matter how much chemistry we had or how bad my dick wanted her. I couldn’t do it. She deserved the respect of any other employee, and I needed to control myself.

So I rose from the couch and threw out my empty beer bottle, deciding a cold shower may help calm me down. After grabbing another beer, I headed to the master bathroom and emptied my pockets before undressing. My dick was still sensitive, the rustling of fabric across it as I pulled my pants off just enough stimulation to rouse it a bit. Pushing the thought of Maggie away, I turned on the water—ice cold.

As I picked up the dirty laundry to toss it in the hamper, I noticed a notification on my phone. The screen lit up with a text indicator, and the nameMaggiescreamed for my attention. With the laundry still in hand, I picked up the phone and swiped right, reading the message.

Maggie 9:16 PM:Thanks for the chili.

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