Page 34 of Doctor's Demands
Her giggles fill the darkness as I close the door and head toward the main room of the club. It’s empty, cleansed of all the night before left on it. Petra looks around at the décor and smiles up at me. “Have you ever thought about taking me in here, to show me off?”
“The thought has crossed my mind a time or two. But I’d have to know if you want to continue this, outside of the club. If I were to bring you around anyone else, then I’d want you to wear a mask.”
“So I’d remain just as secretive as you are?” she asks with a cute little grin.
I nod and push open another door that leads to the foyer. One of the valets waits by the front door, and all I have to do is look at him, and he rushes off to get my car.
Alone, we wait, and I run my hand through her dark, silky hair, then breathe in the aroma it’s released. “I love the shampoo they provide here. And your hair looks shiny and is soft. I should get some for you to take home. What kind of home do you live in?”
“An apartment. A really crappy one. But I’ll move up as I get my career going.” She runs her hands through my hair too. “Oh, you’re right, it does make it soft and silky, and the smell is so unusual, yet actually stimulating to the nose. Don’t you think?”
“It is.” I pull her to me and kiss her. “You make me happy. I don’t know when I’ve felt so relaxed. I wish like hell you’d stop holding out on me.”
“What am I holding out on you?” she asks, as if she doesn’t know. “I give you everything you want and tell you of other things I could do for you.”
“I want this to last longer.” I see the car pulling up and decide to leave this conversation for another time. “Let’s just go enjoy our day, and I won’t talk about that anymore.”
“Okay, sir,” she says with an obedience that seems to come naturally to her.
She slips into the Maserati and looks at home in it. She’s ogling the extraordinarily luxurious interior but not acting like a fool about it, the way a lot of young women do. “Do you like my car?”
“I do.” She looks up at me before I close the door. “This one’s just a rental, though.”
I nod and close the door. She’s smart, clever, sweet, and naughty as hell.How did I get so damn lucky?
Getting into the driver’s seat, I pull away from the club’s entrance. “Okay, the club’s behind us for today. I’m Owen, you’re Petra, and we’re just a nice, normal couple. Okay, baby?” I reach over and take her hand, resting our clasped hands between us.
“Normal. Got it.” She smiles at me, then looks out the window. “It was dark when we came in. I haven’t seen a thing around here.”
“We?” I ask with curiosity.
“My friend, Leticia, was the one who told me about this place, the auction, and about what would be expected of me. She trained me. And we rode into Portland on the plane together. We’ll be going home together too.” She gazes out the window. “It’s prettier here in Portland than it is in Ohio.”
The idea of her going home with anyone other than me makes my skin prickle. “It is nice here. I have a home in Malibu.”
She looks at me with a grin. “I know that, Owen. Your business is all over the place. You have a home on the beach in Malibu, where you’ve entertained many a young actress and model, if I recall it all correctly. And you have a monstrous cabin in Big Bear. Another place where you’ve entertained young, beautiful women.”
“So?” I ask her, as I’m not sure what she’s getting at.
“So, you will continue to do such things.” She looks back out the window, as if our little conversation is over with her final words.
“And that bothers you?” I pull into a little café and park.
“Only if we were to continue things.” She reaches for the handle.
“Don’t you dare,” I caution her.
She stops and looks at me with wide eyes. “Don’t I dare do what?”
“Open that door yourself. Allow me to get that, my little princess.” I get out and go to open her door.
She’s grinning at me and holds out her hand for me to take. “My gentleman is on point this morning.”
Kissing the top of her hand, I say, “I am. And my lady is going to be treated as such. Maybe tonight I might treat you like a naughty schoolgirl. But for today, you are mine to cherish.”
She leans into my side as we head toward the glass fronted building. “You’re fun, Owen.”
“Thank you.” I kiss the side of her head. “You’re sweet.”
