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“I’m not busy right now. In fact, I’m free for about an hour. How about you keep me company?” Dereck asked.
Alina was hesitant. “Sure. What do you want to do?”
“Follow me,” Dereck said and walked away.
Alina followed Dereck up the escalator and down the hall. She eyed the part of the hospital she had never been to until arriving at an office with Dereck’s name written on the door. She was partly proud. Her man was someone important. He saved lives.
Dereck’s office, though small, was well organized. There was a cabinet at the back with letters written on each draw, where she suspected he kept his patient’s medical information. Next to that was a coat hanger and Alina watched as Dereck relieved himself of his doctor status. There were two chairs in front of the desk and a single one behind it. Dereck sat in one of the guest chairs and ushered her into the other.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, looking into her eyes.
Alina smiled. “It’s only been…” She looked down at her watch. “Five hours.”
“Yet it feels like a lifetime,” Dereck said, his eyes still fixed on her.
This time Alina burst out in laughter. “That was so corny.”
“Still, once I make you laugh, it means I did my job,” Dereck said matter-of-factly.
Alina leaned in, her scent tormenting Dereck. “And what job is that?”
“The one where I make you happy.” Dereck took her hand and kissed the back of her palm.
Alina said nothing, and neither did he. They both sat on opposite chairs staring at each other before Dereck tugged at Alina, pulling her out of her seat and into his lap. She had no time to recover before his lips were on her. Alina returned his kiss, clinging to the sides of his face. This was how they remained for a long time until Dereck’s had tugged at the closure in her jeans. Alina eased up just enough so that his large hands can intercept her shorts.
His hand slid into her moist center, and Dereck used a forward motion to bring her to ecstasy. Then he carried her to the desk, where he turned her around and got rid of her shorts. Alina heard a drawer open and close, then the shuffling of plastic right before Dereck smacked her ass and shoved his penis inside her.
Why did Dereck have condoms in his office? How many women had he been with in there?
The questions appeared as quickly as they left. It was hard for Alina to think when her lover was driving her wild.
She clung onto the desk as Dereck took her from behind, pushing his body into her until finally she convulsed around his manhood. Dereck made a forceful sound as he released himself afterward.
9
Alina
Alina passed the sitting room and entered the kitchen, where a group of rowdy women seated around the small bar in Peyton’s home.
“Sorry I’m late,” she announced. “I was trying to finish a painting.”
The women all turned to face her, but it was Peyton who spoke. “Are you still having trouble?”
Alina sighed, ditched her bag and the bottle of the 2010 Château Smith Haut Lafitte, and sat on the only unoccupied stool.
Peyton’s apartment was beautifully unique, in a bohemian kind of way. She maintained this look by adding furniture she usually bought from thrift stores. From the lampshades to the bedspread, everything was researched and chosen by her to portray her personal style.
Besides the pantry, Peyton’s kitchen only had a round table that held two chairs. That allowed space for the bar she incorporated, which held twice the amount. For this reason, Alina, Bailey, and Taylor often visited Peyton’s house for what they called girls’ night. It was more or less a night to get drunk, inform each other about the details of their lives, and gossip about prospective men.
“You don’t have that much time left until you have to bring in the collection,” Bailey informed. One downside of having her publicist as her friend was that work sometimes spilled over into her downtime. “Do you want me to come over and assist you?”
“Oh no,” Alina answered. “You need to rest. I’ll figure it out. I always do.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Bailey,” Taylor draped a hand around Alina’s shoulder. “Now that Dereck is servicing Alina every minute of the day, she certainly will get over this rut. That is, if she can tear herself away from the bed.”
The other women roared at the comment.
“Is it that much?” Bailey asked, her eyes wide.
