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“It’s not my fault, Whitney is a bad influence.” He chuckles and my ears immediately perk up when I hear her name.
“Whitney?” I ask as nonchalantly as possible.She’s there already? So much for a study break.A smile pulls at my lips that she’s there because I told her I was spending the day there.
“Yeah, she came over for breakfast and to work on her paper. I guess she’s bored at her house. But I don’t think she’s getting much work done today if she’s already had a mimosa.” I hear her voice in the background and I wish I could hear what she said. “Oh, she says, one won’t hurt.” He laughs and I’m grateful that he spoke the words that had gotten lost in translation. “So, breakfast?”
“Yeah, of course. You know I can’t say no to Michelle’s waffles.”Or the idea of being around Whitney.
But you’re going to be around Kev and Miche, act accordingly.
Whitney is seated on the couch, with her legs propped up on the coffee table in front of her with her computer perched in her lap. Her notebook is next to her and a variety of textbooks occupy the space next to her and on the table. A pen is nestled between her teeth and air pods are in her ears. I narrow my gaze when I note the round frames around her eyes and I wonder when she started wearing glasses. Upon further inspection, I’m wondering if they’re blue light glasses based on the reflection I see on the lenses. She still hasn’t noticed me, and Kevin and Michelle must be in another room because she’s in the living room by herself with the pre-game show playing. The San Francisco 49ers are playing the Seattle Seahawks making for one of the biggest games of the day.
I move into Whitney’s line of sight and drop to the couch next to her. Her tanned bare legs are on display under the black cotton dress she’s wearing. “Fancy seeing you here.”
She smiles as she pulls an air pod out. “I just thought…”
“Can’t stay away from me, huh?” I tease and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, drawing my attention to her sexy little tits. I pry my eyes away from them, to meet her gaze. “Hey, I told you I was coming here first. So that means that you followedmehere. Don’t get me wrong, I am flattered that you wanted to see me.”
She rolls her eyes before turning back to her paper. “I can leave, you know.”
“Please don’t,” I whisper and I watch as she shivers. She swallows and squirms in her seat and the fact that she might be getting turned on by me makes my cock throb in my jeans. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I tell her. “I tried. I went for a run this morning and you were all I could think about.” She’s not looking at me, but I can tell she’s not paying attention to whatever’s on her screen. She lets out a sigh, letting her eyes flutter closed before opening them again. I decide to push her because she’s here at her parents’ house and there has to be a reason for that. “Did you think about me at all last night?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Alright calm down, law school,” I tease and she giggles. I nod toward her computer. “How’s your paper coming anyway?”
“Fine—” she starts when Kevin comes into the room with two stemless wine glasses of champagne.
“I thought I heard you in here,” he says, handing me one of the glasses. “Whit, you need a refill?”
“Dad, I am literally trying to do homework! And I’m the bad influence?” She shakes her head as Kevin drops to the love seat adjacent to the couch where Whitney and I are seated. A huge flat-screen television is mounted on the wall in front of us making it feel like we are damn near seated on the field with how large it is.
“Michelle is almost done with breakfast, I think Mase is coming over in a bit too,”he says without removing his eyes from the television.
Fucking great. I just wanted some alone time with Whitney without any knowing eyes.Whitney stiffens slightly next to me making me believe she wasn’t aware that her brother was coming over either. I am somewhat aware that Kevin is still talking but I can’t focus on anything he’s saying. My attention is entirely focused on the woman next to me despite the fact that I’m not looking at her.
“Price.” I hear my name, breaking me out of my thoughts and I turn toward Kevin.
“Sorry, what did you say? I spaced out.”
“We didn’t really get a chance to talk last night, but are you going back to work at the hospital? Or thinking about doing something different? Opening your own practice, maybe? You’re not going back to Mexico, are you?”
Not without there being a very different ring on Whitney’s finger.
“I don’t have any plans to go back, but we’ll see.”
“You’ll see what?” Her voice pipes up and I turn away from Kevin to see Whitney staring at me. I can see the unasked question all over her face.It has to do with me, doesn’t it?
“Just… if I’m still needed here.” I shrug, trying my best to answer her question without alerting Kevin of anything.
“You’re one of the best general surgeons in the tri-state area, you’re needed everywhere,”Kevin responds. There was a time not so long ago that I’d thought about opening my own practice, but then I spent two years spending every bit of my free time between Whitney’s legs so those plans had been put on the back burner.
“I’m taking a few weeks off to just reset but I have a meeting with the chief of surgery at my old hospital at the end of the month. More of a formality.” I shrug, because they’ve been begging me to come back since the day after I left for Mexico three years ago.
“Dad,” she says, closing her laptop and giving him an innocent smile. “I think I’m ready for another mimosa, can you please get me one?” she says, clasping her hands under her chin and smiling widely at him.
“You’re younger than me, shouldn’t you be gettingmeanother one?”He laughs, but I know he’s going to do it. Whitney has her father wrapped around her little finger.
Me too.
