Page 7 of Tempting the Doctor

Mandy giggles, and I nearly groan as the tinkling sound makes my cock jump. I can’t wait to get her on her back. Or maybe her stomach. Why not both? There’s no way I will ever get my fill of her. She is already mine; I just have to convince her of it. If the way she reacted to me in the dressing room is any indication, I’m well on my way.

As much as I want to get back to where we left off, I’m eager to just spend more time getting to know her too. I make the decision then and there to set up another date with her, a real one. As soon as we’re done here, I’m going to sit down with my assistant to schedule some time off. Since I’m obsessed with my work and have never been interested in a relationship before Mandy, I never take time off beyond the days mandated by the hospital. I’ve basically been on-call for the last four years, and it’s never bothered me before. But now, I have a reason to want time away from the hospital.

In the first quiet moment Mandy gets between takes, I pull her aside, telling her I have to get back to the hospital. She nods, looking hopeful, maybe expectant, but doesn’t say anything.

“Let me take you on a real date,” I say, taking her hands in mine.

I can feel her leaning closer to me, almost imperceptibly.

“Saturday night?” she asks, sounding as eager as I feel.

I run through my schedule in my head, then agree. That’s three days away, and I know time will drag like it’s attached to an anchor. I’ll have to settle for flirty text messages and nighttime phone calls, counting down the minutes until I’ll see her again.

Chapter 7

Mandy

The last three days have felt like an eternity. Our texts and phone calls have continued, but ever since the kisses we shared in the dressing room, I’ve been dying to see—and touch—Trey again. Our calls have gotten steamier, and it’s made waiting to see him that much harder.

Saturday has finally arrived, and Trey is on his way to pick me up for our first official date. He hasn’t told me where we’re going, only that I don’t have to worry about dressing formally. So, I’ve decided on a simple wrap dress in a rich shade of green that matches my eyes. I’m just putting the finishing touches on my make-up when I hear the front door buzzer.

Grabbing my purse and shoes as I go, I walk to the door and press the intercom button. “Hello?”

“Hello, beautiful,” Trey’s familiar voice says.

I press the button to open the door and slip on my shoes as wait for him. My heart rate picks up with the anticipation of seeing him again. The moment he knocks on the door, I swing it open and greet him with a smile.

Trey doesn’t hesitate to step into me and wrap me in his arms, taking my lips in a sensual kiss. It’s several moments before the need for oxygen forces us apart.

“Well, it’s good to see you too,” I say with a laugh as I try to catch my breath.

“I missed you,” he says. “Are you ready to go?”

“I missed you too. And yes, I’m ready. Do I get to know where we’re going?”

Trey smiles and takes my hand, leading me out the door. “Not yet. I want it to be a surprise.”

Outside, a car is waiting, and Trey helps me inside. It’s a beautiful luxury sedan with soft leather seats. Trey climbs in after me and pulls me in close as the car eases into traffic. We can’t keep our hands to ourselves on the car ride, and by the time we come to a stop, I’m breathless and disheveled. I shoot a glare at Trey, and he gives me a wicked grin as I quickly try fix my dress and hair before we get out of the car.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, I realize with astonishment that we are in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods on Manhattan’s West Side. With a hand to the small of my back, Trey directs me to an apartment building where a doorman dressed in an elegant uniform waits. He smiles and nods at Trey as we approach.

“Good evening, Dr. Miller. Ma’am.”

“Good evening, Matthew. Please let the concierge know that we will be ready for our meal service in fifteen minutes,” Trey responds.

“Of course, sir. Enjoy your evening,” Matthew answers.

Trey leads me to an elevator at the far end of an ornate lobby. He punches in a code on the keypad next to the elevator doors and guides me into the car.

“Is this where you live?” I ask. It must be, but I’m still surprised. I know that Trey is successful, of course, but I had no idea he could afford a place like this.

“It is,” Trey confirms. “I wanted to take you to dinner, but I don’t want the distraction of waitstaff coming and going.” He turns to me and puts his hands on my waist, drawing me close. “Is this alright? Would you have preferred a restaurant?”

“This is perfect,” I say.

The elevator beeps, and we exit into a beautiful foyer. I have only a few seconds to take in the art along the walls as Trey guides me to a dining room dominated by a beautifully made cherry wood table. There are two place settings next to each other on one side and a vase of red roses set in the center of the table. Trey guides me into one seat, then takes the other himself.

I’m a little confused about we will get our meals, but a soft chime from the elevator answers that question as a kind looking older man dressed in a neat black suit exits with a rolling tray. He approaches the table and stops at the side opposite us.

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