Page 17 of My Boyfriend's Possessive Daddy

ETHAN

As I drive along the narrow road, I can’t get my mind off Elodie. I’ve been really busy lately, so we haven’t had a chance to speak since our session in my office, and I want to see her. And yeah, perhaps I want to see about picking up where we left off. There is something about this girl that compels me. I’ve never experienced this sort of instant, soul-shaking attraction for anybody in my life. It’s a little scary. But at the same time, it’s exciting as hell. I have never wanted anybody the way I want Elodie Carter.

Of course, it’s just as possible that when I show up, she regains her senses and decides she can’t do this again, so I’m tempering my expectations. It’ll be frustrating, of course. But I’ll understand. I’m not going to press her to do something she doesn’t want to do and respect her decisions, whichever way she goes. That's why I’m going to Maryanne’s house today. I hope to talk to Elodie and get an idea of whether this is going to happen or if I’m going to need to take a lot of cold showers until she leaves town.

I park in front of Maryanne’s house then get out and climb the steps to the porch. The door opens before I can even knock, and my heart almost stops when I see Elodie standing there with her full lips curled upward. Her hair is in braids and a blue and her white sundress shows off her shapely legs and hugs her full bosom enticingly. My cock stiffens, and I shift on my feet and start mentally running through medical vocabulary terms again.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey, yourself.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see your grandmother. I just want to check in and see how she’s doing.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s also not the full truth. Yes, I’m doing a follow up with Maryanne, but I’m also here to talk to her. Why I didn’t just tell her that, I don’t know. There’s something about her that has me all twisted up inside. Twisted up in ways I’ve never been and didn’t know I could be. It’s fucking confounding, and more than anything, right now, I just need a little clarity. I need to get my head on straight.

“Oh, well, we just got back from a walk,” Elodie tells me. “I think she overdid it because she’s tired and laid down to take a nap.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Come in,” she says.

I follow her into the house. She closes the door behind me and motions for me to follow. Her sundress hangs to the middle of her thigh and the skirt frames her ass so nicely, not even medical vocabulary terms are helping me right now. Elodie leads me into the kitchen where she grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and turns to me.

“Want some water?” she asks brightly.

“No, I’m fine, thanks,” I say. “When you were out on your walk, was your grandmother lightheaded? Short of breath? Anything like that?”

Elodie shakes her head. “No, she didn’t seem to be struggling at all. But she kept going. I tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t. We walked for about half an hour and when we got home, she was bushed, so she just went to lie down.”

I frown, a little concerned for the older woman. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Grabbing my bag, I walk to the back of the house and slip into Maryanne’s room. She’s lying on the bed, not quite asleep yet, and perks up when she sees me.

“I heard you overdid it on your walk,” I say.

She glances at me sheepishly. “Sorry. I suppose I did.”

“You’re going to have to learn to listen to me, Maryanne.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Uh-huh,” I tease.

I take her vitals and run her through a list of questions to assess whether her tiredness is from a little overexertion or if there’s something to be concerned about. By the time I’m done, I’m convinced she just overdid it.

“I think you’re okay. You just pushed a little too hard,” I tell her.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just listen to what I’m telling you, Maryanne. You don’t want to push too hard right now. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay, good. Get some rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Collier.”

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