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We just renovated our maternity ward, and adding pediatrics to our list of available services is a good move. For all the babies we deliver, we can refer to our own pediatricians, and they’ll do rounds on all newborns. I went back and forth with the board, trying to decide if we should build an office and hire new physicians or buy an existing local practice. I guess word got around because three weeks ago, Dr. Phillips called and said that he and his partners were interested in selling.
I jumped at the opportunity, and the board agreed. The contract is ready, and the last step is for me to tour the facility and meet the physicians and staff. This deal has been in the works for months. I’ve already looked at the numbers, and the practice is profitable. Our CFO has signed off on the numbers as well. I’m just triple-checking at this point. I’m a young CEO and I don’t want to make a huge mistake that will hinder the hospital in any way. The physicians are all equal partners, and they’re tired of the business side of things. They just want to see their patients and be done. It’s the perfect scenario for all of us. It also helps that they’re located just a few blocks from the hospital.
Quickly discarding the rest of my clothes and tossing the dry-cleaning items on the chair, I throw the rest in the hamper in the corner. My bathroom is one of the reasons I bought this house. The shower is huge. Walk-in, with a long bench in the corner. There isn’t a shower door and no curtain to deal with. When I turn the water on, the rain shower head starts, as well as the jets. They’re extra, and I didn’t think I’d ever use them, but damn, they’re nice after a long-ass day sitting at my desk looking over contracts. They, combined with the scorching-hot water, help soothe my sore muscles.
Steam quickly fills the room, and I step under the hot spray. Dipping my head, I let the water rain down on the back of my neck as the stress of the day washes away. Instantly, Charlotte and her soft lips pop into my mind. I can’t escape her. My cock thickens just thinking about her gorgeous auburn hair and those crystal-blue eyes.
It’s not the first time, and it surely won’t be the last, that I palm my cock and slide my hand from root to tip with thoughts of her. It doesn’t matter what woman I’m with or who I meet. Every single fucking time my rosy palm meets my cock, it’s Charlotte that I think about. Ten years of jacking my cock to her, and finally, I’ve tasted her, and now I can’t go twenty-four hours without rubbing one out.
Leaning my head against the tile wall, I brace my hand there and allow myself to get lost in the fantasy of Charlotte. Tonight, she’s sitting on my desk, legs spread wide, her bare pussy on display for me. I’m sitting in my chair, having her for lunch. Her kisses are soft and sweet, and I can only imagine that her pussy is even better. Of course it is. This is Charlotte Krause we’re talking about.
I groan as my fist pumps faster. I imagine her hands buried in my hair, legs locked tight around my neck as I devour her, pulling every ounce of pleasure from her body as I drown in her orgasm.
“Fuck,” I grunt as my orgasm crashes over me. It’s intense, and I’m breathing heavily as I imagine her blue eyes staring down at me, sated and full of desire, only for me. I give myself a few minutes to live in my fantasy before standing and quickly showering.
After toweling off, I slide into a pair of boxer briefs, plug my phone in to charge on the nightstand, and glide beneath the covers. I used to see Charlotte when I would visit Lincoln and Audrey. Now, I don’t know how, but I’m going to find a way to see her. I have to kiss her again.
No, I need to.
Not just to show her that her rating of a four was ridiculous but because even the small pieces of her that I get are better than never getting to see her.
I don’t want to know what a world without Charlotte Krause in my life is like.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Charlotte
As soon as I walk into the building, I see Dr. Phillips standing outside of my office. “Good morning,” I greet him as I draw closer.
“Morning, Charlotte.” He beams. “You have a few minutes?”
“Absolutely.” I step into my office, flip on the light, place my purse on the credenza behind my desk, and turn to face him. “What’s up?”
“Remember how I had you move my patients for this afternoon to yesterday, which was my day off?”
I nod. “I do. Did your plans fall through, and you want to be put back on the schedule today for acute visits?”
“No. I still have a meeting today, and I want you to be there.”
“Sure. Is there anything you need me to prepare beforehand?”
“You’ve already done it. Over the last few weeks, all the reports I’ve had you run.”
“Okay. Well, just tell me when and where.” I grin at him even though I feel a little uneasy.
“I didn’t tell you sooner because I don’t want word to get out to the staff until everything is finalized.”
“May I ask what the meeting is about?”
“A buyout.”
I freeze. “Buyout? Our numbers are great.” I’m floored that he and the other partners are even considering this.
He nods. “They are, but the partners and I discussed it, and we’re not business-minded people. We just want to see our patients and forget about RVUs, EHRs, JCAHO, and all the other things we have to deal with.”
“That’s why you have me.” I smile, even though it’s forced.
“This has nothing to do with you or your ability to run this place. Ultimately, it rests on our shoulders as the owners, and we’re ready to let that piece go.”
