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“Well, if you’re sure,” I begin.
Hunter squeezes my hand again.
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Okay then,” I smile. “Thank you. This will help me out a lot and you can’t imagine the financial stress I’ve been under.”
Hunter merely growls, pulling me close.
“I’m more than happy to, sweetheart, and if you want to thank me, all you have to do is kiss me.”
I smile and close the distance between our mouths before pressing my lips to his. My heart pitter-patters in my chest, and the butterflies in my stomach go absolutely berserk as his mobile mouth claims mine. Meanwhile, tears well up behind my lids because I’m just so happy. Hunter cares about me, and wants to make my life better. He’s willing to go the extra mile, even though he knows nothing about what I’ve been doing to make ends meet.
But now, the handsome doctor will never have to know, given his generosity. Plus, doesn’t everyone have skeletons in their closet? My past as an escort is my dirty secret, and hopefully the gorgeous older man never finds out.
8
Hunter
Three months later.
Life with Dani has been amazing. The curvy girl is gorgeous, intelligent, and utterly uninhibited in bed, and I love it. Of course, we’ve had to sneak around quite a bit in order to hide from my daughter, but it’s not as hard as it seems. After all, Chrissy is an adult with her own life, and she’s been spending a lot of time with her new obsession, Mack. As a result, Dani and I have had plenty of time to get to know one another.
In fact, the curvy girl spends most nights in my bed before rising in the morning for her job at Frosty Freeze. Sometimes I joke that she should just give up her apartment altogether and move in with me, but the curvy girl frowns.
“Yes, but what about Chrissy?” she asks reasonably. “I know your daughter hasn’t been around much, but where would I escape to when she’s home?”
I pull Dani close before pressing a kiss to that plush pout.
“I’ll just have to build a dungeon in the basement and lock you in there,” I growl. “Then I’ll let you out after Chrissy leaves.”
“Oh you!” Dani squeals while playfully punching my arm. “A dungeon? Would the walls be painted red?”
“Yes,” I rasp, “and you’ll be tied up as I violate you every which way.” After all, my woman is flexible and utterly giving. We’ve done things that would put the wildest porn stars to shame, and Dani always comes so hard too. She lets me use every inch of her body, and I’ve plundered her sacred holes so many times that she’s often limping for days afterwards.
But now, it’s time to work. I can’t daydream about my lovely playmate all the time, so I look through the file in my hands. As a dermatologist, I see a lot of crazy things including lumps and bumps that would make a grown man cringe. But lately, I’ve had a lot of laser tattoo-removal requests, and my next patient is another of the same. In fact, he’s here for his third session to remove a particularly ugly tattoo, and I don’t blame him. The flaming wolf head he has on his calf resembles an animal missing its eyes, and I would get rid of it too.
I knock politely on the door and then enter the exam room.
“Hi Trevor,” I say in a professional tone. “Ready for more?”
The young man is handsome enough with dark hair, chiseled features, and a weird look about his mouth.
“Yeah, hi Doc,” he simpers. “Let’s get to it.”
The young man lifts his pants leg up and hoists his ankle onto the recliner before leaning back. Then I pull my equipment over.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I say, pulling safety goggles over my eyes.
The work is fairly straightforward, and Trevor has admirable pain tolerance. As a result, he begins to chat while I work, and I listen to him with half an ear.
“So Doc,” the young man burbles. “I bet a guy like you has a line of women coming in and out of your bedroom, huh. How many notches do you have on your bedpost?”
I grit my teeth to keep from rolling my eyes. A dude like this is a serious loser, that much is clear.
“Thanks Trevor, but I think it’s best for me to stay focused on what I’m doing,” I reply without looking up. “I want to do my best work for you.”
Trevor sighs dramatically.
“Oh, I get it. You don’t want to share too much with your patients, right? The Hippocratic oath, and all that? Well fortunately, I don’t have that problem, and I’m an open book. Ask me anything, and I swear I’ll answer truthfully.”
“I’m sure you will,” I reply politely, willing this session to be over soon. “But I prefer to keep our conversations focused on matters pertaining to your health.”
