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But by then, you’ll likely be my wife, I started to say but held my tongue. The thought had come unbidden, but it felt so right as if it were the most natural progression for our relationship.
In the following days, Madison gave notice to the clinic and paid the remaining six months of her apartment lease. And just like that, her life now consists of two things, medical school and me.
We’ll work on the priority.
Four weeks in, Madison regularly comes home to me after completing a shift and spends the night at my place. I fostered this arrangement, slowly encouraging her to move in with me without explicitly stating it.
I know she thinks I’m just a love-sick fool for her. To a certain extent, she’s right, but she still doesn’t understand that I’m not just looking for a girlfriend. I could get that at the snap of a finger. No, I need so much more from Madison.
Her appetite for me is insatiable and it seems to energize her even after pulling a 12-hour shift at the hospital. I find it amusing and I take great pride in ensuring I leave my woman highly satisfied yet eager for the next time.
Last night, I was out on business when she arrived. I’ve given her a key to my place so she can let herself in. When I got home, she was sound asleep in my bed. Too exhausted to change, she’d fallen asleep on top of the comforter still wearing her hospital scrubs.
As much as I wanted to climb on top of her for some late-night nooky, I knew she desperately needed her rest, so I spread a throw over her and climbed in next to her to sleep. But that morning, we more than made up for it in the shower. We took our time and did it right, over and over.
“You keep feeding me like this,” she says at the breakfast bar of my kitchen. “And I’m going to get fat.”
I glance at her appraisingly. “I’ll still fuck you.”
She smacks my arm as she takes the last bite of the omelet I’d made her.
“A few more pounds wouldn’t hurt you,” I say and playfully slap her ass. “A real man likes to have something to grab onto.”
She points her fork at me and laughs, “Don’t you start, I’m already going to be late for work as it is.” She hops off the stool wearing one of my t-shirts. I’ve been encouraging her to leave a change of clothes over here as well as toiletries, but she’s been slow to comply. I don’t push it, I know she’ll come around soon. Besides, I like seeing her scamper around in my things.
“How late do you work tonight?” I don’t need to ask. I know her schedule. I know everything there is to know about Dr. Madison Graham. But I must maintain the illusion.
She’s halfway up the stairs. “Remember, I’m working a double shift so I can have off Saturday.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
She pauses and stares down at me from the loft. “You’re supposed to be taking me for a drive up the coast for dinner at Belmont.”
I frown at her as if confused. “Oh, was that for this Saturday?”
She plants a hand on her hip and cranes her neck like she’s about to rip me a new one. I can’t resist smiling at her and she sees it.
“Jesus, Bash,” she laughs, “stop jerking me around like that.” She sticks her tongue out at me and then disappears into the bedroom to get dressed for work.
The doorbell rings. Who the hell? I don’t have any meetings planned for this morning. I glance at my security cam screen located in the kitchen.
Fuck!
It’s Uncle Sergei back from Moscow. He wasn’t expected back until tomorrow night. I glance up at the loft, but Madison must be in the master bathroom brushing her teeth.
Shit! Their paths weren’t to cross. Not for a very long time.
I make my way to the door and open it. Sergei is standing there with a bottle of Russian vodka. It’s times like these that I’m reminded of how much he looks like my father. He’s the younger brother by two years, but he has the same gray eyes, thick brow, and a nose that looks like it’s been broken more than once. My looks are equal part mom and dad, my dad’s rugged features refined by mom’s beauty queen genes.
“Uncle Sergei,” I say enthusiastically and throw my arms wide. “I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow night.”
He gives me one of his big bear hugs, thumping me on the back. “I know, I know. Hey, it keeps everyone on their toes, not knowing exactly when the master returns.” He holds out the bottle to me. “Here you go. Nothing but Russia’s finest for my nephew.”
I take it and examine the bottle. “Ah, thank you, uncle.”
“Well, don’t be stingy with it,” he says, walking toward the kitchen. “Pour us a glass. Come, drink, we’ll talk.”
“Ouch!”
