Page 37 of Doctor I Do

“I have a housekeeper who normally does it for me,” I say as I put the milk, fruits, and veggies in the fridge.

“Does she cook for you too?” she asks jokingly.

My jaw twitches at being called out.

“She does.”

She laughs. And my mouth forms a grin at hearing her laugh again.

“But in my defense, I don’t have time. Work hours can be intense, and the call-in hours are rough. The last thing I want to do is cook most days.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how you can be a doctor. It’s tough.” Her tone drops, and I don’t want her to feel bad.

“It is, but it’s also rewarding. Enough work talk, let’s continue the tour. I’m done packing food away.” We walk through the lower section of the house. “There’s a bathroom down here. And these doors open to the pool and barbecue area.”

She stares out at the vibrant blue pool with lounge chairs around it. “It’s okay. I won’t need the barbecue I won’t be hosting a party, but I might use the pool.”

“Please. It deserves to be used more,” I say, looking out to the pool and the garden before adding, “Let’s head back upstairs.”

I turn and wander upstairs, with her following behind.

“I’m surprised by how homey it feels, even though it’s also very modern.”

We stop at my large bedroom. I stand inside it, and her at the doorway.

“Here is the most important room.”

Her eyes hold mine, and I wink.

She rolls her eyes, but they move lazily over my bed in approval, as if taking it in. “I’m not sleeping in your bed.”

“Dammit.” I shrug and enter my room. “It was worth a try.”

She laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t need a tour of your space,” she says, stopping me from walking farther inside.

I turn around, catching something intense flaring through her entrancement. “Well, I’m here if you need me, roomie. Or should I say, fiancée?”

“Are you going to make me regret getting married to you?” she says with a trace of laughter in her voice.

“Not at all. I’m just getting into the role.”

She walks away, her hips swaying, calling over her shoulder, “Well, fiancé, I’m going downstairs to eat before I pass out.”

I walk out of my room and follow her. Something I wouldn’t normally do, but when it comes to her, I’ll gladly follow her anywhere.

Chapter 12

Tahlia

My head is thumping from a full day at Emerald Designs. I shadowed the design department and finance. I’m trying to wrap my head around these numbers when footsteps pad down the stairs. I nibble on the end of a pen and keep reading.

Until Alex enters the kitchen in navy suit pants…and nothing else. My eyes widen at his muscular chest.

In the past few days, I’ve encountered him bare-chested numerous times. The other night, he came down after a shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips. His dark hair was damp and his chest still glistening with water. It was as if he didn’t bother checking he was completely dry before padding downstairs for something to eat. He couldn’t put clothes on for that? I know this is his house, and it’s probably what he did before I moved in, but he’s making me hot and bothered.

He pauses close to me, resting a hand on the counter, looking at my books and notes. The movement of his hand causes his chest muscles to twitch, and I remember when my hand landed on his chest on the dance floor at Luxe. How those same chest muscles contracted under my touch. My gaze drops to the dusting of dark hair between his pecs. My hands twitch to know what it would feel like to run my fingers through it and over every hard bit of muscle on him.

I drop my gaze lower, taking in the hard ridges of his abs. His half-naked body makes my face flush. The longer I live here, the more my attraction grows. Will it ever fade?

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