Page 13 of In Death, Love Survives
I have a feeling Dr. Fletcher has Dr. Khaki Pants wrapped around her finger, which is why it’s so important here.
“Dr. Fletcher, please see me after your last examination,” Dr. Owens says. Hurried footsteps start heading in my direction.
He jumps back slightly as he opens the door to find me there.
“Officer Walls, what is he doing waiting out here?”
“I was waiting for you and Dr. Fletcher to finish up,” Walls answers.
“Please send him in immediately,” Dr. Owens says before storming off.
It’s clear as day that Dr. Owens has a little thing for the defiant Dr. Fletcher. I wonder if she realizes it yet or not.
Day one, and I’m already learning so much about the dynamics at play here. Now to sweet-talk Nova a bit and get out of this therapy or pill pushing she’s about to do.
A chair scrapes across the floor in the room where she’s waiting.
“Go ahead,” Walls says.
He indicates for me to go into the room.
“Not joining me? I’m a good time,” I taunt.
He looks at me blankly.
Alright, not someone to joke with. Got it.
“Dr. Fletcher doesn’t like anyone to disrupt the privacy needed between patient and doctor.”
Another interesting tidbit.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep her waiting,” I drawl out.
“Don’t mess with her, Walker.”
“I wouldn’t dare. I just got here, remember?”
Walls suddenly looks as if he wants to kill me right here and now.
Another scenario I findinteresting.
It’s against everything in him to let a convicted murderer like me go in without him there to protect the lady of the hour.
I give him a fake salute as I head into the office.
As I walk into the room, Walls shuts the door behind me. I grin, knowing I got under his skin like that.
Padding across the room, I’m focused on the floor for a moment before I still.
I’m greeted by two very toned, long, tanned legs. My line of sight travels up her body to see one is crossed over the other, covered in a tight skirt.
Legs have always been my weakness when it comes to women. A secret I’ll keep close to the chest in front of this pair.
Traveling up further, I see a buttoned-up shirt and long, wavy blonde hair around her shoulders. Dr. Fletcher has the end of a pen in her mouth as she looks at what has to be my file.
The bob of her head reminds me of somewhere else I’d like to see her head bob up and down on. My cock twitches in my pants imagining Dr. Fletcher on her knees.
Fuck.
