Page 45 of Doctor I Do

She shrugs. “Yeah. I was hungry, and I figured you’d be too.”

“Well, yeah,” I mumble. My mind is in overdrive as I watch her move to the oven and pull out a baking tray.

A fucking tray, not a plate of food.

“T, this is so not expected. But I can’t lie. This looks downright delicious.” My stomach is grumbling with the need to taste the food she’s cooked. The other part of me is laughing with wonder.

Will it be as bad as the coffee?

This morning is so different from any other I’ve experienced with a woman. She made me coffee and breakfast. No one has ever attempted. They always expect to be waited on.

“You’re not doing all this because you want me to sleep with you?” I wiggle my brows at her with an amused look.

Horrified, she blinks rapidly, her eyes wide and completely bewildered. “Of course not. I—”

I wave and put her out of her misery. “It’s fine. Just checking you’re not doing anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s only breakfast. I need to eat too,” she argues, pursuing her pouty bow lips. I love it when she bites back.

I pick up my coffee, needing to distract myself from her mouth, otherwise my morning wood will be back with full force. And I don’t have time for a quick hand job before getting to work. The lack of sleep last night made me hit snooze a few times more than I usually would.

“I know. I’m just saying, you don’t need to do this for me as some thank you for the fake fiancé shit.”

Her lips thin into a straight line, and I expect her to argue again, but she turns and grabs plates and silverware and sets everything on the counter. Then she takes her seat on a stool.

“If you don’t sit and eat, I’ll eat it all,” she says. “I need to get ready.”

Her words snap me out of my daze. I move to the stool beside her and sit, taking in the toast, eggs, muffins, turkey bacon, and potatoes and filling my plate.

“What do you have planned today?” I ask curiously.

She’s already eating, so she doesn’t answer straight away. She covers her mouth with her hand and mumbles, “I want to head into work at 9:30, but it will take time with traffic. Plus, I want to go for a walk and shower.”

Thinking of her all sweaty from a workout or even just watching her workout has my dick twitching. The damn traitor keeps ignoring my brain.

I widen my legs on the stool and ask, “Will you use the gym here?” I take a bite of toast.

I’m hoping she says yes, because I don’t know how I would take knowing she would be in a commercial gym. I imagine all the guys perving on her. My body turns ridged, and I know my answer. Yet I perve on her too. Go figure.

“Yeah, if that’s all right? I don’t have a gym membership, but your setup here looks fun.”

I chuckle at how adorable she is. “Definitely not fun if you do it correctly. If you need a hand…” I smirk at her, and she rolls her eyes playfully back.

“No. I’m good,” she retorts.

I laugh loudly at how fast she turned me down. Being her personal trainer in my house spells disaster. I don’t know if I’d be strong enough if I had to watch her cute nose scrunch up, or blow out breaths, or worse, sweat coating her delectable body. Suddenly, my mouth is bone dry, and I take a sip of the shit coffee, just to add enough moisture to speak.

“Offers always there,” I say, before we eat in silence for a bit.

“So, you’re going into work again after a long day and night on call? Have you always wanted to work as a doctor?”

“Hitting me with the deep questions before 8 a.m.” I raise my brows and give her a smirk before answering. “Surprisingly, I found the brain and spinal cord fascinating, plus the surgery component sounded fun.”

Satisfaction purses her mouth as she nods.

“Hey, how come I don’t get to ask you the hard-hitting questions?” I ask.

She pauses, bringing her cup to her lips. “You know everything about me, Alex,” she mutters before sipping.

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