Page 31 of Doctor's Demands
He’s had a nice suit brought in and is planning on going out to some club that’s near his hotel. He’s baiting me. I know it. He’s told me already that if I agree to keep this thing going for however long he wants it, then he’ll make changes now. If not, then he has no choice other than to go on about things the way he’d planned.
I’m not taking his bait. I won’t be giving into his silly demands. If he wants more from me after this, he has to step up to the plate—not keep things as they are, with me waiting around for him.
He’s hot as hell and fun to be with, but I have my heart to think about, and that wouldn’t be enough for that piece of me. He’ll have to bend a bit if he really wants me.I hope he does!
We had our dinner and the staff came to gather the dishes, then Owen went to shower and get ready to go out. I’m picking out a movie to watch and waiting to see if he actually goes out, leaving me here alone.
His musky scent wafts out of the bedroom door as he comes out, dressed to the nines. “I’m about to leave, Petra. I have no idea when I’ll be back.”
“I know,” I say, then get up and head to the kitchenette. I’m wearing a little black nighty with matching panties, as he only has this kind of attire for me to wear. “Have fun, sir.”
“Oh, I will,” he says as his eyes follow me. “And what will you be doing to entertain yourself this evening?”
“I found a movie to watch. It’s a love story. I’ll be fine.” I bend over on purpose, flaunting my ass as I look into the mini-fridge. “Oh, Mr. Pibb. My fav.” I snap back up. “I’m thinking of having some kettle-corn-flavored popcorn and a Mr. Pibb. Sounds good, right?”
“Well, not as good as cocktails and some dancing. But good for you, finding something to do while I’m out.” He leans against the counter as I rummage through the basket of goodies to find the package I want. “What’s this love story about anyway?”
“A marine finally finds love after his thirtieth birthday. He gets married to a great woman and they have a wonderful honeymoon, then he’s sent off to war. He dies and his wife is left behind. She’s pregnant and alone in the world. His best friend comes back to comfort her, and he and she fall in love and get married. He takes the kid as his own.”
“Nice of him, but I kind of hate that she hurried up and married another man. It doesn’t say a lot for the love she supposedly had for the first guy, does it?” he asks as he crosses his arms over his massive chest, making his biceps get even bigger.
“I suppose she thought her dead husband would’ve wanted her to be happy and to have another great man to live her life with and raise his son with. I think it’s romantic.” I find the bag I was looking for, and he wrinkles his nose.
“I think you should forget about that movie and that flavor of popcorn. There’s a new comedy I saw when I was flipping through the channels earlier and it looks hilarious. And that flavor you picked out won’t taste good with the Mr. Pibb. Why not try something salty with no butter?”
“Thank you for the recommendation, Owen.” I place the package on top of the microwave, as he seems to be hanging around. “Are you going to be staying for the food?”
“No,” he says, then eyes me. “I should be going. The hot chicks should be filtering into the dance club by now. I’ll probably find a woman who I can take to the hotel and fuck.”
Although my entire body prickles with jealousy, I try not to show it. “I’m sure you will find a woman who wants you to take her to your bed. You’re handsome and more than a catch. Lucky you, Owen. Go get you one of those lucky girls.”
He reaches out and takes my arm, then pulls me to him. “You know how to get me to stay put, right?”
Looking into his eyes, I see he thinks he can get me to agree with him, and that’s not going to happen.
“I do. But I want more from you than that. You go have a blast. Keep on living life the way you planned. I’ll be here.”
“You could have me, mostly, Petra. You’d get more than anyone else ever has, and still, you say, no,” he mumbles as he lets me go. “I don’t understand you at all.”
“I may have sold my body for a few months, but I won’t sell my soul, Owen.”
He looks kind of shocked, then says, “You know what, Petra? I know many women who would take what I’m offering you. A home of your own, all the cars you can handle, and me when I want to give you me. We can talk, laugh, love even. I just want you on my own terms. I can think of six women in Los Angeles right now who would take what I want to give you.”
“I bet you can,” I say, as I find a packet of sea salted popcorn. “I want all of you. Not you on your terms or my terms. I’ll give you all of me, and in return, I want all of you. An even deal. Nothing one-sided.” I wiggle the packet of popcorn at him. “Look, it’s the kind you wanted.”
His lips quirk to one side, and then he says, “If you want to change your movie from the two-timing chick to the comedy and make the popcorn I like, then I might be tempted to stay in with you tonight, instead of hitting the club.”
“And give up the strange snatch too?” I ask, as I figure he might offer me this.
“I’d even give up the strange snatch.” He pulls me close and kisses me. “So, what do you say? Want me to hang out with you? Maybe spend the night too?”
“I’d get you for the night too?” I ask, as I feign surprise.
“Maybe,” he says with a sly smile. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I might leave.”
“Well, I’ll take what I can get. How about you go get out of those uncomfortable clothes and leave on those sexy boxers, and I’ll get the things together and meet you in the living room.” I pat him on the ass, and he winks at me.
“How about I get you to undress me and help you with the snacks?”
