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The mention of class has me wondering what she does. “What do you study?” I ask, reaching for the cream cheese.
“I’m at Columbia, studying nursing. Well, I just started a dual degree. Eventually, I would like to end up specializing in midwifery,” she replies, and takes a small bite of her sugary treat.
I’m slightly taken aback, as I really hadn’t given much thought to her occupation. Now that I know what it is, I find myself being even more attracted to her as I know she’s got brains as well as beauty.
“A dual degree? So a Bacheloranda Master’s of Science?”
“Yeah,” she replies with a coy nod.
“That’s pretty incredible. A dual degree is a lot to take on. You must be a downright genius, or plain crazy,” I respond with a grin.
Madison laughs, and the sound is absolutely wonderful. “Maybe a bit of both. So how do you know it’s a lot of work?”
I usually hate telling people what I do for work, as I get the same old “who’s the craziest person you’ve ever treated?” and “can you prescribe me some Valium?” each and every time. But with Madison, I know she’ll probably find what I do remotely interesting as we’re in similar fields.
“I’m a psychiatrist,” I confess, hoping I don’t sound like a stick in the mud. “My specialized field is addiction.”
Madison’s eyes widen and she stops mid-bite, shaking her head. “Seriously?” she asks with an incredulous look.
I don’t know whether I should be insulted or not, and it must show on my face as she quickly backtracks. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry—that sounded so rude. I didn’t mean it like ‘seriously’ I don’t believe you. I meant it as ‘seriously, holy shit, that’s cool!’” she finishes, her eyes still wide. “I’m actually taking a crash course in psych. I figure it’ll help if I decide to pursue a different field of nursing down the road. So far however, I suck at it. You must be incredibly smart.”
I internally breathe out a sigh of relief. “Well, thank you. Not a lot of people think being a shrink is cool. Or that I’m smart.” I smirk. “So I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Madison nods animatedly. “Hell yes, it’s a compliment,Dr.Dixon.”
I laugh at her comment. “Just Dixon is fine.”
“You don’t look like a doctor,” she randomly professes.
“Once again, thank you?” I phrase it as a question, as I’m not sure what she means by that.
She senses my confusion, and once again quickly clarifies. “I just meant…” Her devilish tongue suddenly darts out to lick away any fallen syrup, while she weighs up her next comment. “I just meant you’re so…young.”
However, the slight pause has me wondering what she really meant to say. I’d like to think the word she really wanted to use was “hot,” but hey, one can dream.
Playing it cool, I run my finger around the rim of my cup and smirk. “Don’t let this orderly state fool you,” I say, poking fun at my unruly appearance.
Madison laughs, and I don’t fail to notice her gaze lingering on my face a little longer than usual. Could it be Madison is just as impressed by me as I am by her?
This could get really, really interesting, or really, really ugly. It’ll all depend on how I decide to play it.
“So if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” I innocently ask, taking a bite of my bagel.
Madison looks to be deep in thought, but she shakes her head as if to clear it. “I’m twenty-three.”
Iwasright. However, her young age just confirms what a vile old man I am, as all I’m visualizing is her tight, round,youngass and perky, perfect tits in the flesh. My eyes drop to her chest, and I scold myself for being so damn obvious because thus far, I’ve been a total gentleman.
As sad as this is, I’ve actually forgotten what it’s like to just enjoy the company of the opposite sex without thinking of her naked, or wonder what color underwear she’s wearing. But with Madison, that’s exactly what’s happened. We’ve been sitting here for—Jesus, I’m not even sure how long—and not once have I thought about sex, or thought about her naked, which for me has got to be some kind of record.
Her company alone was enough stimulation, and I haven’t felt this way since Lily. But just the thought of her ruins my pleasant morning, and I quickly push away my half-eaten bagel.
“You okay?” she asks, and I raise my eyes to meet her gentle concern.
“Yeah, fine,” I lie. I feel like a total sook for letting my ex get to me once again.
Wanting to change the subject, I ask, “So I hope you don’t mind me asking, but who was the douchebag you were with the other night?”
I really hope my question doesn’t freak her out because I need to know.
