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“I just don’t see how you could go for a girl like me-” I start, sounding pathetic until his hand eases over my pussy again through my jeans, gentler now as he cups my neck bringing my lips to his.
“You will see,” he says ominously. “And you’ll learn what it means to belong to me. Women like that?” he says, not even moving his eyes from mine. “They’re not what I want. You’re what I want, Misty, and I’ve already told you. I’m going to have you.”Chapter TwelveZak“Uh, caught you at a bad moment?” her husky voice chimes from the doorway.
Dr. Veronica Foskin.
She taps her claws against the door jamb, a brow raised at what she sees. I’m banking on doctor patient confidentiality, plus the shame I know she’d feel admitting she saw me with Misty instead of her like this.
Misty gives a little mew of satisfaction as I release her from my grip, deliberately pressing my hand to my lips for a moment.
“Not at all,” I tell her, deadpan. “Just appreciating a little of what’s mine,” I tell her, and to remind Misty she’s the only girl I’ll ever look at.
“What’s the prognosis, Doctor?” I add, grinding that heel in a little deeper.
I didn’t have the heart to tell Mark or Misty that the good doctor is a Ph.D. A doctor of philosophy.
She did, however, complete an extensive tour of South East Asia and is apparently a dab hand at massage and other local forms of remedial treatment.
Or so she told me.
She clears her throat after flashing just enough venom in her eyes to tell me I can pass her up at my own peril, which is fine by me.
I’ve got the real thing by my side, and I do like a little fat on my steak. Not a line of gristle.
“Your friend’s slipped a disc,” she says coolly. “I don’t know that you’d find a hospital within a few hours’ drive, and they’d most likely recommend what I do too, bedrest and no excitement, a little walking after a few days when he’s up to it but it should correct itself with the best medicine we know – time.”
Heals all wounds.
Almost.
I think again about Mark, our friendship and the friendship I know means the world to him. The one he has with his only daughter.
Do I really love her so much that I’d risk upsetting both of those things?
One glance at her clear blue eyes, watching her still leaning against the wall like that, and my answer is still a hard yes.
“He sounds like he’s in agony though,” Misty ventures, looking past her as though she’s talking to me or herself instead.
“He’s putting it on a bit, I think,” The Doctor says, pumping her hair with one hand while she sticks her chest out a little further.
“Real men know what they want,” she says, looking at me with a forced sympathy.
“Thanks for reminding me,” I correct her. “How much do we owe you?” I ask, noting the dismayed sound Misty makes.
“It’s on the house,” she murmurs, and I watch her eyes scan me up and down for what is, hopefully, the last time.
“But… but what about Dad?” Misty squeaks. “He can’t stay here, not like that,” she protests, making our Doctor grin with her own personal satisfaction.
“I did offer to take care of your Dad, we have a hot tub and a much harder surface,” she replies with a shrug. “But he insisted on staying here, for Thanksgiving, with his best friend. And his only daughter,” she adds, her dark eyes boring into me as she enunciates each word before turning her back to us.
“Is she really a doctor?” Misty asks me, and I shake my head.
“Doctor of philosophy… although she did study anatomy, so she told me,” I tell her, not wanting to upset her and I’m glad when she stifles a laugh.
“Dad does seem pretty taken with her,” she adds, and I have to agree. Mark’s in so much pleasant pain all of a sudden, it almost seems a shame to break those two up.
Once Misty and I make our way back into the lounge Mark is just as dismayed as his own daughter was just now once Veronica announces she’ll be going.
“But doc?” Mark pleads. “I’m in agony here, you gotta do something, ‘least until I can reach my chiropractor.”
Veronica looks from Misty to me, a crease forming at the edge of her painted mouth.
She mouths a figure, a number and it makes Misty gasp, but I’m already reaching for my checkbook.
“Powers down at your place?” I ask, discreetly handing her the check which makes her brow cock again once she sees I’ve doubled her price.
“Phones too… even the cell towers are out. We could be laid out for hours, maybe days,” she says huskily, almost winking, but the cold look returns to her eyes once she sees Misty sidling up next to me.
