Page 32 of Doctor's Demands
“I like that idea,” I tell him as he lets me go.
We get our stuff and head to the living room where he takes a seat on the sofa and smiles at me. “Compromise is nice, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I say, even though I don’t consider this a compromise at all.It was my plan all along!
Kneeling in front of him, I pull off his shoes and socks, then unbutton his pants and pull them off. He shrugs out of his jacket, and I unbutton his shirt and take it off, then take the expensive suit and hang it back up.
When I come back out of the bedroom, he has the movie on and is lying back on the sofa with his legs spread open. He pats the place in front of him, and I take it, snuggling my back into his broad chest. He pops a piece of popcorn into my mouth, then hands me the bottle of soda.
I take a sip. Then he says, “See, it’s good together, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I agree. “You were right. You have an excellent handle on food combinations. Do you cook too?”
“I dabble with it. To be really good at it, I think I’d need a kitchen partner. Do you know of anyone who’d be that for me?” he asks, then kisses the side of my head.
“I could be that for you,” I say, as I turn my head to rest my cheek on his bare chest. “I could be anything you wanted, I bet.”
Cupping my boob, he grins. “How about tonight you be my little sex kitten, and we’ll see about other things as this progresses?”
“Whatever you want, sir. I am yours, you know.”
I settle back again as the movie starts and find him resting his chin on top of my head. His heart is pounding a bit harder than normal. He must be thinking about things.
Taking his free hand, the one that’s not holding my tit, I hold it and rest our clasped hands on my stomach. He sighs and moves his hand off my breast to cup my chin and turn me back to him.
His lips are warm as he kisses me. The hand I’m holding tightens around mine. And I can feel it all moving around inside of him as his heart pounds harder.
He’s letting it go. Maybe only a tiny bit at a time, but it’s moving around inside of him. Churning and turning and breaking away, leaving bits of his heart wide open.
Open to seeing if love is all a lie that can never stay alive between two people. Open to seeing if he and I could have what it takes to keep something going, that others have let go of. Open to me.
When our mouths part, I watch as he opens his eyes. “I really like you, Petra.”
“Good. I really like you, Owen.”
“If I asked you to marry me right now, what would you say to that?” he asks, and I know it’s not a real proposal.
Holding his face in my hands, I look deep into his eyes. “Owen, I want to get to know you. The real you. And I want you to get to know the real me too. Time is a gift, and I’m more than happy that I was given time with you. I’ll be happy with that, for now.”
His face is frozen as he says, “I’d like that, Petra. I’d like to get to know all about you and for you to get to know all about me. Not the handsome man, not the wealthy doctor or celebrity, just the guy who’s underneath all that surface stuff.”
“Good,” I tell him as I kiss his cheek. “Because that’s the guy I want to know. You are handsome. But I want to know what makes you truly beautiful. I bet it’s deep inside of you. Deep in that spirit of yours.”
“Working with beautiful people who only want to look even more beautiful has me thinking everyone in this world is all about what’s on the outside. I want someone to want me for what’s on the inside. I know all too well how the outside can be damaged and made ugly by all kinds of tragic things.”
“Me too, baby,” I let him know. “I want to see it all. None of us are attractive in every aspect. It’s important to accept the ugliness that everyone has too.”
He nods and pulls me back to rest on his chest. “Let’s watch this movie and have some laughs. I like you, you like me, and we might just really hit it off. Or we might not. Only time will tell.”
His heart has come back to a normal beat, and his mind has settled. I’ve never felt happier about feeling a normal heartbeat in my entire life!
Owen
After spending another night with Petra, I think we should do a little more together. I feel so different with her, it’d be a sin not to try more things. The same old thing will never do.It might never do for me ever again!
Ordering her some clothes, that aren’t naughty negligees, is what I did late last night while she was sleeping. She’s in the shower now, and a knock at the door tells me that that should be them being delivered.
Opening the door, I find a courier with a bag and slip him a twenty for his trouble. “Thank you.”
