Page 37 of Doctor's Demands
“It’s been forever since anything other than low-carb wheat bread has passed through my lips. Should I take the bite?” he asks me.
“You only live once.”
He takes the bite and moans. “So good …” After he swallows, he takes a drink of his coffee. “Oh, you and I have to work this off me today. Do you work out?”
“No, I’m allergic to exercise,” I say, then eat a piece of bacon.
“How the fuck do you stay in such great shape, eating like this and not exercising?” He looks me up and down again, as if that’s impossible.
“Um,” I mumble, as I think about why that might be. “Well, my mother is slim. And I’m young. Maybe that’s why. I don’t know. I’ve always eaten whatever I wanted, and I’m not exactly a couch potato, but I don’t have any kind of exercise schedule. I do walk a lot. But not without somewhere I’m going.”
“Naturally fit and trim,” he says, and looks kind of envious. “I was a chunky kid.”
“I know,” I tell him, as I’ve seen tons of pictures of him before he became the hot man he is today. “I’m sorry you have to work so hard for your hot body, but you’ve done a great job.”
He runs his hand over his dark blue T-shirt as he flexes his pecs. “Thanks. It was hard work and it’s not easy to maintain it. But it’s a passion I have. I do love the workouts. And even though you’re already fit, I’d love it if you’d join me today at the gym in the hotel.”
“Then I’ll do it. For you, I will do anything.”
His eyes droop at the far corners. “Only because of our current deal.”
His sad words hurt my heart, and I touch his cheek to get him to look into my eyes. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore today. For now, I will do anything and everything you want. And, just for the record, I love doing it all.”
He nods and finishes his food. “Salads for lunch. I can’t go too far off my normal diet.”
“Salads it is,” I say, and finished my plate of yummy food.
After he pays and we leave, he wraps his arm around me, pulling me close and kissing my cheek. “How can going out to breakfast with you be something so damn fun?”
“I guess because I’m a ball to be around.” I laugh as he picks me up and takes me to his car.
“Youarea ball to be around!” He puts me in the driver’s seat, and I’m surprised. “You drive. I have to see if you’re good at everything.”
“Um, Owen, I don’t think I should be driving this car. It’s expensive, and it’s rented, and I’ve never driven anything that cost over five thousand dollars.”
His eyebrows wiggle as he says, “Nervous? Or chicken?”
“Get in,” I say, as I stiffen my jaw and prepare to drive a car that’s worth more than I am.
He slips into the passenger side. “I’m freaking stuffed. Go easy on me, Petra. I don’t want to blow chunks in here.”
“Then maybe you should be driving.” I put it into drive, and off we go. The car has a ton of power, and I spin the wheels as I barely press the gas pedal. “Fuck!”
“Whoa, easy there,” he says with a laugh. “This car has a lot of power, as would any car I give you. You need to be easy with it.”
Using my big toe, I ease down on the gas pedal, and we move out of the parking lot without a sound or smell of rubber burning the pavement. “Did I turn the right way to go wherever we’re going?”
“My hotel is the other direction. But you can head this way if you want. Maybe we shouldn’t give into our physical wants every damn time we have them. If we do, we’ll never get out of bed. How about we find a park and take a walk? I’ll find us one. Or do you want me to take you to the hotel and make passionate love to you before we do that?”
“I kind of do want that, but I think you’re right. Let’s do some other stuff today. That way tonight, we can get buck wild, You know?”
With a nod, we’re in agreement. It’s so easy to get along with him. I just wish things weren’t so damn complicated!
Owen
The sun filters through her dark hair, showing just how many colors run through it. We lie back on the cool green grass after a vigorous walk through the park.
Petra thinks she doesn’t exercise, but her pace when she walks is phenomenal!
