I like it. I like it a lot.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll still fit inside of you,” I assure her, but damn I know it’s going to be a tight ride and I can’t wait. I’m pushing my pants down when I hear a vibration on her coffee table. Then a second later I hear an alert.
“Shit,” Tabitha mumbles, looking at me with disappointment.
My pager just went off. I look at it, cursing it silently to hell over and over in my mind.
“I could ignore it.” The words come out filled with frustration and anger. For the first time in my life, I am tempted. I’ve always put work first, but with Tabitha work is the last thing on my mind.
“You can’t, Brody. It could be your patient,” she murmurs and I jerk around to look at her.
The disappointment is clear on her face. The frustration and the hunger are there too. Still, she’s encouraging me to answer my beeper. This is why Tabitha is the one… Well, this is just one of the reasons she’s the one. She understands that my job just isn’t a job. She’s even encouraging me and in doing so she demolished any remaining issues I had. I pull my pants back up and fasten them quickly and then I pull her into my arms, kissing her hard.
Tabitha doesn’t try to turn away, even though she has to taste her pussy all over me. If anything she kisses me so hungrily that it’s hard to remember I have to call and see what the hospital wants. I pray it’s just a question, but my gut tells me it’s more. It doesn’t matter. I’ll be getting inside of Tabitha soon either way and once I do…
She’s never getting away.
Chapter Thirteen
Tabitha
“You’re being really quiet today, Tabberoni.”
I stop looking out the window and look back at Brody. Brody. The man who is so good looking he could be in magazines or on book covers. Brody, who gave me the best orgasm in my life and he did it with his mouth. Brody who is driving us to meet my family and is going to pretend to be in love with me.
That Brody.
The same Brody who I wish was in love with me… because I think I could be in love with him.
I shake off that thought and try and concentrate on the here and now. I’m worrying about how this weekend is going to go, so it’s not easy.
“No. You are not allowed to even repeat that nickname again, Brody Miner.”
“What? It’s a great name! You love pepperoni pizza so calling you Tabb—”
“If you say it again, I’m getting out of this car and facing my family alone,” I warn him—hoping he doesn’t call my bluff.
“So another hard no,” he answers. He’s staring at the road, but I watch as his lips spread into a smile.
“You’re such a goofball,” I laugh. “And here I thought Dr. Brody Miner was all business and didn’t have a personality.”
“Is that really what you thought?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“You have a reputation for being very short with the staff at the hospital, especially the nurses. Besides, do I need to remind you how you were with me before my sister showed up. God, I still can’t believe you agreed to all this. It’s embarrassing as heck.”
“Do you see me complaining? Considering what’s happening between us, I’m happy as fuck your sister showed up,” he says.
“Happy as fuck?” I giggle. “I hope you don’t use that kind of language on your patients.”
“I save it for people I like playing doctor with,” he says with a smirk. He turns to look at me as he says the words—probably so I could see how cocky he looks when he says them—and then turns back to the road.
“Whatever,” I answer, because I’m not sure what to say in response to be honest.
“And I will have you know, I worked hard to get my reputation at work.”
“You worked hard to get to be known as Dr. Asshole?”
“Is that what they call me?” he asks sounding mildly interested.
“Pretty much. There are a few more colorful ones, but that’s the gist of it really.”
“I’ll take it,” he shrugs. “I’m cordial, but I don’t have time to socialize. Most nurses spend their time coming on to me and not doing their work. I call them on their shit. The others seem professional and I’m not going to sugar coat things for them when they mess up. They learn nothing that way and honestly people’s lives are in their hands—they need to be conscientious.”
“I’m a nurse. I’m conscientious, believe it or not. When I’m already having a bad day, the last thing I need is a doctor to jump down my throat.”
“I—”
“I’m just saying that there’s a way to be professional and kind.”