Page 4 of The Doctor's Twins

“I’m sure Mateo would be happy if you stayed,” she winked. “The two of you seemed to be joined at the hip.”

“He’s amazing, Alyssa,” I gushed.

“You’re glowing. Do you know that?” she laughed.

“What can I say? Multiple orgasms clearly agree with me.”

“You shameless hussy!”

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you and Gabriel aren’t going at it hammer and tongs, Miss Priss. I can hear you, you know. The walls are thin.”

Alyssa laughed from her gut.

“Oh, my! The man is a raging bull in the sack. I can’t get enough of his Mexican burrito. I wish I could bottle him and take him home. I’m sure going to miss his fabulous instrument. Is it me, or am I limping?”

“You are a bad girl, Alyssa Collins,” I laughed.

“You better believe it.”

“I think I may stay on for another week or two. Mateo wants to take me to Mexico City where he lives.”

“Careful, now. Before you know it, you’ll be barefoot and pregnant, preparing Mateo’s Huevo Rancheros every morning until you’re old and gray.”

“Would that really be such a bad thing?”

Alyssa stopped walking.

“Are you crazy? You’ve wanted to be a doctor since you were able to spellscalpel. Are you telling me you’re ready to give up that dream for a man you’ve known for a week?”

“Oh, don’t be melodramatic. I didn’t say I was going to give up my dream for Mateo. Besides, if we do end up together I can always be a doctor in sunny Mexico. There are hospitals here, you know.”

“True. All I’m saying is slow down. How much do you know about this guy? He could be married. Have you checked his ring finger for a tan line?”

I laughed at my goofy friend.

“Seriously! All I’m saying is be careful, Peyton.”

“Of course, I’ll be careful. Now hand me that tomato over there. The one that looks like it has two buttcheeks.”

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“You are exquisite, my American beauty,” Mateo breathed hard as soon as he got his breath back.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” I said, equally out of breath.

The man was intelligent, articulate, romantic, and thoughtful, and the sex was mind-blowing. Something told me I’d struggle to find another gem like Mateo Garcia.

It had been a month since we met at the club and honestly, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I had a feeling he felt the same because every time I mentioned that I’d have to get back to the States and start my residency, he’d beg me to stay a little longer. And I would.

Mateo’s house was spectacular. I had no idea when we first met that he was so wealthy. I was wined and dined and wooed, and damn it, I liked it.

“I’m taking you to my favorite wine farm this weekend,” he purred and kissed my naked stomach.

“I have to go home, Mateo.”

“After the weekend. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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