Page 13 of Doctor I Do

“What were you two talking about?” Maddison probes. Her eyes dance between me and Alex.

He eases back in his chair and my hand trembles, so I lower the glass, scared I’ll break it with my nervous energy.

I glare at Alex and silently beg for him not to tell them, but of course, he doesn’t listen.

“Tahlia called me an ass.”

“I said you’re being an ass,” I fire back, clutching my hand into a fist and biting down on my finger. Dammit!

Blake and Maddison let out a roar of a laugh and I roll my eyes at their reaction.

“You’re two are being ridiculous,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. But secretly, I’m pinching my lips together to prevent a smile from leaking through. Alex is watching me with a dark expression the whole time. I desperately want to ask what he’s thinking.

Alex sits talking to Blake and Maddison, but I can’t seem to find my voice right now.

My body is quivering with desire. I can’t concentrate long enough to think. The way he keeps looking at me makes me worry about how much restraint I have to keep my hands to myself tonight.

“I better get back to my friends,” he says. His smooth voice feels like a caress over my skin, and I bite down on my lip to stop from asking him to stay a bit longer.

Maybe it’s better for me if there’s distance between us. He doesn’t remove his gaze from me, and for a minute, I think he won’t go, but then he dips his chin and moves to join his two friends. Ryan and Jackson. They stand by the dancefloor clutching glasses filled with amber liquid as they talk. I didn’t even notice them when he was here. Maybe because he clouds my thoughts.

I haven’t been able to take my eyes off him since he walked off. My eyes linger over his tall, suited frame and admire how he holds himself with others.

He exumes sex and power.

All eyes are on him.

Including mine.

Annoyed at myself, I drag my gaze back to my friends, who wear curious expressions. Taking a deep breath, I sit back, expecting a lashing. But they look away. I don’t miss the way Blake shakes his head before sipping his drink.

I turn to avoid Alex, so I swivel to watch the crowd on the dancefloor under the strobe lights. The club music is much louder than when we arrived, trying to get everyone on the dancefloor and away from the outer edges. I know soon we will be down there until our feet ache, and we want to collapse from exhaustion.

“Did you want another round of drinks?” I yell, cutting through their conversation.

“Yeah! Then let’s dance!” Maddison shrieks, as if her voice wasn’t loud enough. I can’t help but giggle and nod. Rising to my feet, I speak when my bladder twinges.

“I need the bathroom before our next round,” I confess.

“Same,” Blake says loudly.

We all stand, and before I move a step, I peek over my shoulder at Alex and his friends. His back is to me, but I notice a few women are now talking to them, and a sigh slips from my lips. Just as I turn back around, he catches my eyes and holds my gaze. He scans me openly. As if he’s undressing me with his eyes. My heart thumps louder in my ear at the attention. I give him a small smile before walking off. I need a moment alone to cool down. The sexual chemistry between us tonight is palpable.

Making my way through the crowd to the bathroom is a mission, but getting to the front of the bar afterward is almost impossible. I slide against bodies to get to the front, and once I order a round, we stand together, swaying to the new song.

As soon as Maddison finishes her drink, she shouts, “Let’s go.”

“Hang on, I’m not done.” But as the words leave me, Blake tips his head back and drains his glass.

Dammit. Now I have to hurry.

I take a big sip, but wince from the taste of alcohol. This vodka cranberry is so strong, my stomach dry retches. I can’t drink the rest, so I lower the glass and follow them out onto the dance floor.

It isn’t long before I’m moving my hips to the beat, getting lost, and sweat beads trickle from my neck down my back. I grab my hair and bring it to one side, trying to cool off. The dance floor is crowded, and my feet keep getting stepped on every two minutes, but I’m lucky they’re aching from dancing, so I can’t feel them anyway.

The next song comes on, and it’s slower, so I slow my hips to a rocking motion. A moment later, I hear a tear and a cool draft hits my legs, I know it’s the back of my dress. Internally, I curse and squeeze my eyes closed. Why is my luck so bad lately? Who have I pissed off?

I reach down quickly and touch it, happy to find only a small tear. But I don’t have long to dwell on it, because I’m met with surprise when I back into someone. I jolt, and I’m about to spin, but a warm hand snakes around my waist. It’s causing my throat to constrict with the panic rising, and I’m about to tell him to remove it.

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