Page 42 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“You’re staring,” she said, as she sat across from me at the dinner table.
We were at a steakhouse that served some of the best food in the city. I’d requested a table in a private section away from the hustle and bustle of foot traffic. Honestly, I just wanted to have her all to myself. True, I had been staring at her, but I couldn’t help myself. It had been a long time since I’d been this attracted to anybody.
“I’m sorry. You just… you look amazing. Is it making you uncomfortable?”
She blushed. “No. It’s flattering. I thought for a second I did too much. My cousin helped me pick this out, and it’s not really what I’d usually go for. She wanted me to go without the tights and show some thigh.”
I smirked. “I wouldn’t have been mad at that.”
“I bet you wouldn’t have, sir.”
I chuckled. “For real. You look great. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Thank you. This place is nice. Is it new?”
“It’s a few years old. They’ve been working hard to build downtown up over the years and bring new jobs into the city.”
“In other words, they’ve gentrified it.”
“Exactly. I will say some additions have been nicer than others, like the restaurants. It’s nice to have a bigger selection if I don’t wanna cook.”
“Are you a good cook?”
“Not to toot my own horn, but I’m a great cook. You should let me cook for you sometimes.”
“Are you just trying to get me to your house?”
“I’m trying to have you in my space whenever and however I can.”
She blushed. “I’d be okay with that. Be forewarned, if my aunt and my cousin are ever in town, they are going to make it their mission to meet you.”
“They sound like my mama. Jamari put me on blast at the family dinner the other night. She told those people I had a girlfriend.”
Wynter giggled. “No she did not.”
“She did. You see what I mean? She loves being in my business.”
“I mean, I get it. I take it you haven’t dated much since your divorce.”
“Not really. I’ve entertained women, but it was never anything serious.”
“Ahhhh,” she rested her chin on her palm. “I can read between the lines. Tell me Dr. Pierre… are you having many Grey’s Anatomy moments at St. Ambrose?”
I laughed. “Hell no. I stay in the basement most of the time. It’s usually me and my assistant.”
“Nothing ever happened there?”
“With my assistant? Nah. I look at Raq like I look at my sister. There’s no chemistry between us other than we make a great team. Our body parts have never met. Like I told you before, I’m unattached.”
“Good to know.” She smiled as she took a sip of her wine. “I like hanging out with you,” she admitted. “It’s peaceful, fun, and carefree. No pressure.”
“I like hanging out with you too.” I reached across the table for her hand. “If tonight goes well and you’re interested, I’d liketo see you exclusively. Not rushing to put a title on anything, but I’d like tokeepdating you.”
Her smile widened and her cheeks deepened in a rosy color. “I think I’d like that.”
I leaned across the table and beckoned her to me. She met me halfway and connected our lips. Damn, I loved kissing her. Her lips were so soft and juicy that I could kiss her for hours and never grow tired of it.
Settled back in our seats, conversation resumed until our meal was brought out. We took turns sampling from each other’s plate… cutesy shit. The whole time, we were laughing and talking like we’d known each other our whole lives. It was easy. Uncomplicated. Simple.
