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I stared at him. “Have you been talking to my dad? Did he call you and put you up to this?”

“What? No.” He gave me a weird look.

“One of my brothers, then?”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “No. It’s just what I said. Hospital administration along with the hospital board would like to see you at leastappearto settle down in public. No more models. No more inappropriate heiresses. These should be women who are your equal… or at least in the same ballpark.”

I shook my head. “Fine. I’ll tone it down.”

“We’re not looking for you to tone it down. We’re looking for you to set a good example for other young, eligible doctors and surgeons. Right now, you’re setting the wrong kind of example. We’re looking for better from you. You’re the face of the hospital in public. You’ve been named head of surgery. We don’t need to see you leaving a charity fundraiser with a scandalously clad woman on each arm. Do you understand?”

“I do.” I could tell I was going to have to suck it up and take this one on the chin. Maybe Dad and the hospitalboard were right. Maybe itwastime to settle down… at least a little bit. I stood. “Will that be all?”

“Yes.” He looked slightly nervous as if I was suddenly going to yell, “I quit!” and run storming from the hospital.

“You can count on me.” I leaned forward and shook his hand again. “I’ll see you around Stu.”

He stood to walk me out of his office. “We need to set up a golf date sometime soon.”

“Agreed.”

I waited for the door to close. Well, hell. I had a job and professional life filled with stress and used my personal time to blow off steam. One of my favorite ways to blow off said steam? Fuck around with beautiful women. But now it looked like it was time for me to grow up in my personal life as well.

At least where people could see me.

***

I leaned against the bar in Cayenne. I really needed to talk to Nico tonight, and I was hoping to catch him. So far, I hadn’t seen him, though.

Nora wasn’t bartending tonight, and I didn’t like the way the other bartenders looked at me like I was a piece of meat and they were tigers. I mean, part of that sounded kind of sexy, but mainly I just thought they were hoping to land a rich guy. Maybe that wasn’t fair, though.

I set my empty glass on the counter, and there was immediately a pretty blonde with a huge smile there to take care of me. I smiled at her as she got me a refill, a little weirded out by the desperation in her eyes. I put a big tip in her jar. It was the least I could do.

I turned back around to find a short, gorgeous woman standing right in front of me.

“Jesus!” I put a hand on my chest and almost dropped my glass of whiskey.

“Hello,” she purred. She had impressive tits. I could tell they were fake, but they were fucking beautiful. And verymuch on display. Her dress hugged her slender waist and then flared out over her large hips and thick ass. She had a true hourglass figure, and I wouldn’t mind getting lost in that body for a few hours.

“Um, hi.” I still wasn’t over the fact that she’d seemed to appear out of thin air. I frowned. There was something vaguely familiar about her. “Do I know you?”

Instead of answering, she got down on her knees in front of me.

My eyebrows popped up. “Whoa, baby. Don’t you want to go to a room…”

She had my cock out and in her mouth before I could say anything else.

I groaned as she worked me, bobbing up and down determinedly. I put my glass down and put my hands in her hair, beginning to gently work her up and down my length. When I saw she could take it, I got rougher with her. She hummed up and down my cock.

“Fuuuuck,” I swore, throwing my head back and thinking of nothing besides the pleasure she was giving me. I pushed her a little more each thrust, and she took more and more of me. She was gagging on me as I hit the back of her throat, and I shivered at how good it felt.

She started jacking the base of my dick with one of her hands and fondling my balls with her other one. “That’s it baby,” I said, staring down at her, watching her plump lips stretch around my thick cock.

Her eyes, tearing a bit from gagging, were on me, and I grinned at her and winked before I went even harder. She took it with no complaints, and I knew I was going to blow. “I’m going to come baby,” I warned her.

She sucked harder.

I yelled out as I came hard down her throat. She drank and drank, swallowing almost all of it, and I was impressed.