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Chapter One
“Good morning, Miss Evelyn.”
Cricket’s stomach flipped, and she clutched the handle of her purse as she swallowed hard, and Doctor Owen Pierce stepped into the elevator.
She looked forward to the days Doctor Pierce was in the clinic—it was always a pleasant surprise to see him since he was mostly a bush doc who flew out to isolated communities, but his home base was here in Anchorage. If he wasn’t booked to fly out to god knew where, he saw patients at the clinic a couple floors down from her office.
Cricket knew she was blushing and probably had a derpy smile on her face when she greeted him, but she would imagine most people who were attracted to men would, so he was probably used to it. “Good morning, Doctor Pierce. You don’t have to call me Miss Evelyn, you know.”
Doctor Pierce stood next to her, his hands clasped in front of him. He had to be the most handsome man on the planet. Just looking at him made her heart race. Did scoping out hot doctors count as cardio? Probably not because if so, she ought to be able to run a marathon by now from all the times she’d ogled this man.
“And I’ve told you a hundred times to call me Owen instead of Doctor Pierce, but here we are,” he told her with a wink.
Yes, there they were indeed, with him mere inches away. Cricket was a bit claustrophobic, but she wouldn’t be sad if the elevator got stuck and she was stranded with the tall, dark, and mighty fine doctor. She loved their brief morning flirtations but they’d never really had the chance to talk, what with most of their interactions being the length of an elevator ride and all. Maybe if they had more time to get to know each other…
Although who was she kidding? While Cricket liked the way she looked, she couldn’t imagine that a lean and muscular as hell man like Owen Pierce was really in the market for a big girl like her. Especially since doctors seemed to believe that being heavy was some sort of moral failing. He probably wanted someone as hard-bodied as he was who he could go to the gym with or climb Denali with. And while some curvy girls were totally up for those challenges, that wasn’t her.
There was also the whole matter of her being a Little, and she didn’t even want to think about what his reaction tothatwould be. His loss then. She was a catch; she just needed to find someone whose particular tastes would mean they were thrilled when they caught her.
The elevator dinged and Doctor Pierce gave her a smile that could light up the entire dingy office building, and possibly the big sky overhead that was dull and grey this morning.
“Have a great day, Miss Evelyn,” he told her as he walked backwards out the metal doors that had slid open. How did he do that without tripping over himself or crashing into anyone? The man was blessed by the gods, that’s all there was to it.
“Thanks, Doctor Pierce. You too,” she told him, and had to stifle a yawn in her elbow that she hoped he didn’t take personally.
The cute little spread-fingered wave with his hand that he closed and then brought to his heart said no. But just because he liked chatting with her didn’t mean a thing. If he was actually interested in her, he would ask her out instead of the polite flirting he did whenever they ran into each other.
Cricket wasn’t in the market for another broken heart so she’d decided to wait for prospects to come to her, up the odds that they liked what they saw. Not that that’d helped last time she’d had a boyfriend but it was worth a shot.
In the meantime, she’d let herself enjoy the boost seeing Doctor Pierce gave her. She needed all the help she could get to make it through the day.
* * *
C. Evelyn Baker was the most gorgeous woman Owen had ever seen. Her curly red hair, bright green eyes, sweetly rounded face, and the spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks would’ve had him on his knees anyway. But on top of that she had bountiful tits he could suffocate in, thick thighs that made him wish his head was in between them devouring her pussy, and an ass that went for days. His palm itched thinking about how glorious it would be to take her across his lap, ruck up one of those pencil skirts she favored, pull down her panties, and spank her until her generous bottom was bright red.
Fuck. It would not do to walk into the clinic with a hard-on. He paused outside the door and tried to think of something that would turn a hose on his lust for that woman. Good luck with that.
Although the last several times he’d run into Miss Evelyn—what on earth did that C. on her badge stand for anyway? He needed to know—she’d yawned at least once, which he couldn’t ascribe to boredom since she seemed to enjoy their encounters.
Plus she’d been looking increasingly worn out. Dark smudges under her eyes, dull skin, and an air of overall exhaustion. It was concerning.
He wanted to ask if there was something wrong but that seemed overly personal for the kind of relationship they had. Maybe next time he saw her he’dmakeit the kind of relationship they had. If there was a next time.
If she rebuffed him, then she did. Hopefully it wouldn’t ruin the their morning flirtations which were a sweet treat to start off his days in the clinic. And if it turned out she needed help and was just waiting for someone to offer, then it’d be worth it. That whole hero complex he had just wouldn’t quit. Especially not when he looked at Evelyn.
She was a grown-ass woman, who, while she blushed when he was around, had always seemed independent to him—even if she also struck him as shy and a bit naive. Like she was on her way somewhere and wouldn’t be stopped, but might get startled on her way.
It was unlikely that she’d be interested in the kind of relationship he would want with her. No one had been yet.
Once Owen had gotten consent from his partner, he was domineering, strict, demanding, and as kinky as Alaskan summer days were long. Women tended to think he was exaggerating; that really what he was after was a little light bondage and role play. They were all for some sweet sugar kink to spice things up in the bedroom, but balked when it became clear he wanted so much more than that and wasn’t willing to settle for less.
Maybe it was for the best that he and Evelyn had only interacted in passing. If he’d gotten to know her,wanther, it would have been difficult to keep a lid on his impulses where she was concerned.
Besides, there was a high likelihood that he’d be leaving Anchorage soon, for good. Today was his last official day at the clinic although he might take some per diem shifts depending on how things shook out on Enclave. The idea of not seeing Evelyn every week or two was already a needle of regret between his ribs—he didn’t need it to be a sword.
There, that had done it. Thinking about not seeing Evelyn ever again had squashed his ardor, and he could get to work without his erection tenting his pants. And the next time he saw her? He’d ask if she was feeling alright.
Chapter Two
