He knew too. The view mirrored the rooftop terrace where we'd made out in New York.
Images of the night started flitting in my mind immediately, and no matter what I did to shut them out, it didn't work.
How I'd burned with a flame with lust for him. How I'd groped his shirt, fisting it in my hand to balance myself because my legs were shaking as his kisses made me dizzy.
How I'd felt trickles of liquid desire dance through my hair, arms, and waist down to the center of my legs.
The kiss. His lips had traveled from my mouth, down my chin to my neck. While he'd wrapped a firm hand around my waist and I'd felt his hard cock press against my stomach.
His mouth and teeth grazing the swell of my breasts.
How I'd begged him. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
“I'm sure,” I'd whispered when he'd asked me if I really wanted him to open my zipper. I'd been fucking close to coming just because his hands and lips worshipped my body.
I'd gasped and moaned at every touch and kiss.
“Miss Smith?”
I looked at the lips calling my name officially. Then I took my eyes up to his blue ones. That flare that I'd just seen flash in his eyes was the same as I'd seen that night on the terrace.
He remembered too. He wished we'd gone further, too – it was all in his eyes.
The Doctor obviously still had the hots for me.
So why the fuck was he trying to hide it?
CHAPTER 7
- ELLA -
When I woke up, for the first few moments I had no idea of where the hell I was or how I had got there. The small room walls were painted off-white, and I'd woken up on a very comfortable bed. The room was sparsely furnished with cream colored decor on a stool and a table and chair in the corner. When my eyes caught a glimpse of two bunches of keys on the table, I immediately remembered.
I shot up in a hurry as last night’s memories were slowly coming back. I’d refused to go home because Armand had said it was an important night for dad’s health. I couldn’t stay in the room with him so I’d opted to stay in my car so I could be reached quickly. But then Armand had sent a staff member to lead me to sleep in the hospital’s mini-lodge with a message that he’d come up to see me soon.
That night’s rest had been just what I had needed! But I was disappointed that Armand had not come up as he promised. I’d stayed up waiting for him until I’d dozed off due to weariness and the comfort of that luxurious bed.
Apart from him not showing up, Armand was sure going out of his way to make sure I was comfortable. Was that his bedside manners or did he have regrets about how our interaction had gone since we first met?
I knew that both of us had the night at the terrace on our minds, but we hadn’t yet spoken about it. It seemed like we were protecting ourselves, rather than acknowledging what could be our inner desire. I wasn't entirely comfortable with that. I should have been thrilled to know I'd made an impression with him, but I was also too on edge to focus on what was working. My dad, my fashion business, returning home. These were big changes in my life, as if they had all decided to come at me at once and I was certainly feeling the pressure. Did I have what it took to overcome it all? It certainly didn’t feel that way.
A knock sounded on the door prompted me to open it. In came a kitchen staff member who handed me a tray of food.
“Courtesy of Dr. Pierce”, she greeted me with a bright smile.
Again the courteous doctor. The aroma of the breakfast wafted up to me.
“Is he in right now?” I asked her.
“He’s actually on his way up here,” she replied.
It was the same thing he promised last night and he hadn’t showed up. I nodded politely, and when I closed the door, I pounced on the food. It was delicious, and the meal further helped comfort me after a restorative sleep – the first I’d had in the last month. Funny how it took a medical emergency and coming back to the hometown I didn’t want to be in to make that happen.
I was amazed at how thoughtful he seemed to be caring for me. Even then I was wearing the pajamas that had been laid out on the bed for me. Probably also at the good doctor's request. I was gradually feeling more refreshed and rejuvenated, the first time since my dad’s heart attack. I was ready to get my day going.
As soon as I jumped in the shower, I heard the phone’s incessant ring from the bathroom. My heartbeat raised and tight knots formed in my stomach. I hoped it didn't have anything to do with my dad. I rushed through soaping up and rinsing to check it as quickly as I could. If it was Dad, I’d have to be there in no time. With a towel in my hair and another wrapped around my body, I fumbled around the room, looking for the phone. When I I found it on the nightstand, I flipped through the call log.
No missed calls from the hospital, only one from Maia. She'd texted me too.