Page 36 of Doctor's Demands
“Doris!” the man behind the register shouts at her, then wiggles his finger for her to come to him.
She leaves us, and I say, “Looks like she’s going to be in trouble.”
Owen nods and makes a lopsided grin. “If I get found out, for some reason, then I’m saying that you’re my girlfriend. We met online when you were asking some questions about plastic surgery. You wanted, oh, let’s say a breast reduction. Got it?”
“Do I need one?” I ask as I look down at my big boobs.
“No, it’s just what we’ll say. You asked a question on Twitter. And I answered it. You gave me your cell number, I called it and liked the sound of your voice. Then we made arrangements to meet in Portland.”
“And why would we meet in this city?” I ask, as I can see he’s thought this out, I suppose to tell everyone some false story about how we met. If I was to go along with his plan.
“I always come here for summer vacations. To see family.”
“Oh, you have family here?” I ask, as another waitress comes toward us. “Oh, let me order. I don’t want her to hear your voice. What do you want?”
“Anything you order will work for me,” he says, then gets quiet as she approaches the table.
“Have you two decided what you’d like for breakfast?”
“We’ll both have the same thing. That breakfast plate with two pancakes, two eggs, both scrambled, and bacon,” I say and put the menu back down on the table.
“Toast or biscuits?” she asks.
“Biscuits,” I say. Then she nods and walks away.
His eyes move over me as he looks me up and down. “I like everything you ordered. It’s like you know me or something. And you couldn’t have gotten that off anything that’s been written or said about me. I never order food like that in L.A.”
“I know,” I say as I run my hand over his bearded cheek. “You eat healthy at all times, as far as anyone knows. But I knew you liked yummier foods.”
“You’re going to make me fat,” he says with a smile, then twirls my hair in his fingers.
“Nah, I’ll make sure you get plenty of exercise to burn those calories. Why not splurge? And why not eat something Dr. Cantrell would never eat?”
“So damn smart. How is it that you can be everything that’s so attractive in a person, Petra? You’re like a perfect little angel. It’s hard to believe that you’re real.” He pokes me in the shoulder, as if to check if I am.
“You seem to be enamored with me,” I whisper as he leans in.
“That’s only because I am,” he says, then kisses me.
My heart pounds as our lips barely touch. Wet heat pools between my legs and I can’t breathe.Could he be falling for me?
We stare into each other’s eyes as the waitress comes back with our food much too quickly. “Here we go.”
Reluctantly, he and I turn away from each other, and I start to wonder just how much sightseeing we’ll do today. The sexual tension is thick this morning!
“Thank you,” I tell the waitress, then dig in, cutting into the short stack of pancakes that Owen has already poured syrup over.
“Eat up, baby. I think we should go back to my hotel first.”
Cutting my eyes at him, I ask like I have no idea, “Why? Did you forget something?”
He leans in to say quietly, “Yeah, I forgot to satisfy my craving for you.”
My body heats, but I shake my head. “Naughty, naughty. So, you have family here, you said. Have you seen them yet?”
“I don’t have any family here. I just say that. Both sets of my grandparents have passed away. Probably from complete disappointment in their children.” He puts some grape jelly on his biscuit and holds it to my lips. “Taste this.”
I take a bite and nod. “It’s good. The biscuit’s fluffy.”
