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I pull her back into my arms, “I’m beginning to wish I didn’t pick out something so damn sexy.” I check my watch. “The driver won’t be here for another fifteen minutes…” I say pumping my brows suggestively.
Her naughty laugh is such a turn on, but she pushes me away. “You have any idea how long it took me to pull this look together? Uh-ah, hands off, buddy.”
“Fine, I’ll collect my reward before the night’s over.”
“We’ll see,” she says cavalierly and then she finally visually takes me in. “Look at you, stud. You could’ve stepped right off the cover of GQ magazine.”
I look down. “What? This old thing?” I laugh. “I had it delivered to the office so I could wow you upon site.”
She grins as she saunters forward and kisses me. “Consider me duly wowed. Where exactly are you taking me? I’ve been going nuts trying to guess?”
“You’re so impatient, Dr. Graham,” I tease her. “Just a few more minutes and all will be made known.”
She groans her protest but doesn’t press any further. We grab our coats and wait for the driver. It gives me such great pleasure to spoil Mads this way. I love the way her face lights up when the limo rolls forward.
As a successful physician, I know someday she may be able to afford all these luxuries on her own, but for now, I’m thrilled to be the one to offer it to her instead of one of those stuffy old doctors at the hospital. I haven’t forgotten about Andrew and the other hotshot doctors.
We sip bubbly glasses of champagne and chat about our day as we’re driven into the heart of Manhattan. Right on time, we arrive at the Downtown Manhattan Heliport where I’ve charted a helicopter to fly us over New York City.
“Oh, my gosh, Bash,” Madison says, gripping my arm. “I’ve always wanted to do this!”
Soon after we’re safely strapped in, we’re flying high over the city’s most celebrated landmarks. I’ve done this a couple of times before but experiencing this with Madison transforms it from an interesting experience to a magical one.
The aerial views are magnificent, seeing the city all lit up at night. We point out the Statue of Liberty, Central Park and the Hudson River along with the iconic skyline.
“Oh, Bash, this was so amazing,” Madison says, kissing my cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome and I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving.”
It’s 7:27pm when we slip back into the limo. We’re taken a short distance to 11thAvenue to the Ink 48 Hotel on top of it is the famous restaurant The Press Lounge. It’s known for its stylish ambiance and sophisticated décor, not to mention its world class cuisine. We receive a very warm welcome by the friendly staff and are escorted to the rooftop lounge. Immediately, Madison is awed by the panoramic view of the city we just flew over.
We’re ushered over a reserved area with our private table. Our server introduces himself and proceeds to present a selection of their signature cocktails and fine wines. It’s not long before he returns with our drinks as we look over the customized menus.
We place our orders and sit back soaking in the ambiance as we sip a vintage bottle of Chateau Margaux. As enchanting as it all is, I can’t take my eyes off of Madison, in her elegance, she’s the most stunning sight here.
“I don’t know, I can’t decide between the Maldives or Turks and Caicos. I’ve heard so many incredible things about both places,” Madison says.
“You have nearly 3 months off before your residency starts so why don’t we do both?” I reply taking a sip of wine. “That will still give us time to visit Moscow.” It was just the briefest of moments, but Mads’ smile dropped at the mention of visiting Moscow. Definitely not a good sign.
“Sure,” she says and brings the glass to her lips. She then tugs absently at the strap of her dress, it’s the second time I’ve seen her do it tonight.
“Is anything wrong with your dress? I did get the right size, didn’t I?” She’s a fairly consistent size six, but some designers do vary.
“Oh, no, it’s perfect,” she says almost too forcefully, like she’s overcompensating for something. “I just…tried a new body lotion today and it’s irritating me a little in this area.”
“Ah, are you ok?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” she says, pulling her hand away from her chest. “Hey, so you know I told you the chief resident is really giving me so much grief over the last DEA visit.”
The change of subject is rather abrupt, but obviously this is still troubling her. “Darling, I told you how we’ll handle Doctor Weiss. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I know, trust me, I’m still holding that trump card.” Madison shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “It’s the DEA visit that still has me rattled. Bash, they were this close,” she pinches her fingers together, “to placing me in handcuffs. You have any idea how humiliating that would’ve been?”
“We’d have had their badges if they tried pulling that shit,” I say incensed at the mere thought of them putting their hands on Madison. “Besides, we’ll see how they like it when we turn the tables on them.”
Her brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
