Page 38 of Doctor's Demands
I’m out of breath, partly from the walk, the giant calorie-ridden breakfast, and being with her. I turn on my side and look down at her as she’s laid out on her back, still breathing hard. Her face is glowing with perspiration and she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Petra, I want more. I don’t care about all the rest. I want you with me. Like all the time, I want you with me.” I lean down and kiss her sweet lips.
She runs her hands around my neck and holds me. Our tongues mingle and dance. Then I ease the kiss and just look at her. She’s gorgeous and all I can think about is keeping her with me.
“I have to go back to school.”
“You’re rich now. You don’t even have to work if you don’t want to.”
Shaking her head, she lets me know, “I want to be a school teacher. It’s been a dream of mine since I was little. I couldn’t read as well as the other kids in my class. I was left behind in first grade, while all of my friends moved on, I stayed in Mrs. Hamilton’s class. And I still couldn’t read.”
“Your mother should’ve had you moved to another class,” I say, as I feel bad for her.
“She finally did. I went to Mr. Scar’s classroom. I was so afraid to be in his class. His name alone was frightening. It was Scarborough, but no little kid could say that, so his name to all of us was Mr. Scar.”
“Was he mean looking?” I ask, as I put myself in her shoes.
With a nod, she confirms my suspicions. “He was ten feet tall and had a long white beard. His eyes were black as night, and he smelled like ham.”
“How awful,” I tease her, then tickle her ribs a little. “I bet he wasn’t that bad at all.”
“Well, that’s how I thought of him before I was placed in his classroom. In there, I found out that he was of normal height, five-eight.”
“That’s short for a man,” I comment.
“Yes, it is. And he didn’t have black eyes. He had brown ones, and they looked kind when I finally took a look at them. His beard wasn’t even white. It was the same color as his brown hair, and he kept it neatly trimmed. And he taught me how to read in record time. He also instilled in me the passion to teach little kids. That’s why I’m going to be a kindergarten through fifth-grade teacher. I want to help young children blossom.”
My heart is aching. It’s insane how she’s pushing through the blocks that have surrounded my heart for years, knocking them down with each word she says and each flutter of her long dark lashes. “You’re making something inside of me blossom, Petra.”
Her hand on my cheek makes me close my eyes as it sends so many feelings through me. Love is at the very top, and then she whispers, “You’re making things blossom inside of me too. You see, I had a romantic notion about who and what my Dom would be. Everyone told me that love would never come into play. Everyone warned me that if I allowed that to happen, then I’d be left with a broken heart. Do you plan on leaving me with that, Owen?”
I open my eyes, not believing what she’s saying. “I was also told that love wasn’t a thing I’d find in that club. And I believed it. Have I found love, Petra? Is that what this is?”
“You tell me,” she says, volleying the ball back in my court. “Do you think of me more often than not?”
Nodding, I say, “I think of you all the time. I even dream about you. And how about you? Do you think of me often?”
“All the time. But I also think about myself and what I can and cannot live with. I can’t just be your girl you come to when you want.”
“But I want to all the damn time,” I say with a chuckle. “So there’s not much to fear about that.”
Shaking her head, she says, “That’s not enough for me.”
With a sigh, I say, “I know that. And you’re right, it shouldn’t be enough for you. You deserve it all. An entire man who would move heaven and earth for you, if he needed to. Not some man who’d leave you alone to miss him and only come to you when he wanted to get a piece of ass. You’re better than that.”
She nods, and I’m glad to see that. “It’s nice to have you understand that.”
“It’s nice to have you be so honest with me. The fact that you aren’t jumping through hoops for me is attractive. You don’t try telling me to stay with you. You make me want to do that without saying a word. You’re perfect, Petra. And probably more than I deserve, but I want you anyway.”
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about this today,” she says, as her hands caress my face and she gazes at me. “We should just let this day progress. We do have time together. No need to hurry anything up.”
“I’ve been playing games with you,” I admit.
“And I am aware of them,” she says.
It surprises me a little, not a lot, though. I had a feeling she was playing me, as well. “You and I are kind of great together. Don’t you think so?”
“I do,” she says, then pulls me down to kiss her.
