His expression is unreadable, but his dark eyes convey appreciation. My need for more of the hot doctor coils in my belly and rushes through my bloodstream.
That’s probably not gonna happen now, I remind myself, and walk out to catch a Lyft.
***
THE APARTMENT IS QUIETwith only the crackling noise from the baby monitor keeping me company, along with the soft sounds of Wyatt gurgling in his sleep.
As soon as I paid Mrs. Lindal, I shucked off my shoes, pants and shirt and laid down on the couch to watch some TV. I’ve been flipping stations for the last forty-five minutes and nothing has piqued my interest. Probably because my brain is still stuck on the hot hookup reruns constantly rewinding through my memory.
I’m more than a little surprised that it all went down like it did with the good doctor. The heat and intensity between us – our connection – is undeniable; but in truth, the real shock is that he let it happen at all.
Although I’ve only known him a very short time in the professional setting, Mark has always appeared buttoned-up, reserved and untouchable. Never would I have believed he would let his guard down in the manner in which he did.
He’s cordial to his staff, and to patients, of course - but he never crosses over into familiar or friendly territory. In fact, I’ve heard some of the other nurses gossiping and trying to guess if he has a girlfriend or lover, because he doesn’t share one detail about his personal life with anyone.
I guess I now know why.
When I arrived at the bar earlier, after finding and greeting Addie in the crowd of partiers, I noticed Mark right away, sitting alone, contemplating the world’s problems over a martini. I’d watched him unnoticed for several minutes before I approached him. The smile he gave to those around him was genuine and warm and sent my pulse skittering wildly, beating through me like a rogue wave.
Mark Olsen is gorgeous even on the worst of days when he wears a frown of concentration, but when he smiles, Christ, it’s like fireworks and rainbows shooting across the sky. It drew me to him before I even knew I was being pulled in his direction.
I close my heavy eyelids and lay my head on the pillow, the TV show all but forgotten and I let my body and mind unwind. I may have fallen asleep for a few minutes when the sound of my phone jars me awake.
Assuming it’s Addie to check in or confirm she won’t be home tonight, I grab it and open the dialogue box.
And am caught off guard by an Unknown Number.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
I squint again at the words. They hit me square in the chest.
And then move south to my dick, which is very happy to see them.
Before I can respond, I see the three ellipses popping up again.
I need more of you.
The words are thrilling, especially in light of the courage it must’ve taken Mark to write them. There’s no doubt the texts are from him even though he made it crystal clear that our bathroom interlude was a one-time thing and we couldn’t pursue anything more.
This. This makes me insanely happy. To know he’s still thinking about me and didn’t get his fill. It stirs something deep inside me.
Knowing Mark is all business and serious so much of the time, I also want to yank his chain a little bit. Literally and figuratively.
I hastily type out my response.
I know, I get that a lot. BTW who is this?
There’s a beat of silence while I wait, and I may hold my breath. Nothing in return for nearly a minute and I worry that I scared him off.Shit.
I’m about to type an apology and explain that I was only joking, when he replies.
You’re not only fucking hot, but you’re a comedian too. Very funny.
A smile breaks wide across my face and I sit up into a more comfortable position, legs stretched out in front of me. My heart and cock take immediate notice of his compliment. He thinks I’m hot.
Right back atcha, man.
You’re pretty fucking hot yourself, doc. And what exactly are you thinking about?
