Layla stays a little longer to help me finish up the cookies before her and Felicity go home. Then it’s just me. Alone. Not that that is anything new, but it feels different.
Once I am done boxing up the cookies, grabbing new sets of bandanas and taking a shower, I’m exhausted and when I grab my phone to plug it in for the night, I see that I have a text.
Ethan: I hope the rest of your day was good. I’ll be sure to leave the door unlocked tomorrow morning. Sleep well, Beautiful.
Not sure what to do, I decided to not text back. I’ll see him first thing in the morning anyways. I plug my phone in, set it on my nightstand then crawl into bed. I situate myself like always, but I can’t get comfortable. How can one night, snuggling up to this man, make this feeling of loneliness so much worse? It happens from time to time. I feel secluded from things. I get bored and then lost in my mind. Imagining how things could have gone, had I maybe not been so picky, or given second chances.
I lean over and grab the bottle of melatonin, pop a couple in my mouth and will my brain to shut up.
Mywholebodyfluttersas I pull into the vet parking lot. But now it’s a happy kind of flutter and not a nervous one. When I walk into the building, Ethan is nowhere to be seen. I set the box down on the counter and look down the hall. All the exam room doors are shut.
“Ethan?” I call out but don’t get an answer. There’s also a whole other side to this building, so it’s possible he couldn’t even hear me.
I go into one of the exam rooms and open the door on the opposite side that leads to offices, surgery rooms and a bunch of other things. It’s dark for the most part except light that’s shining from a partially opened door. As I get closer I can hear Ethan talking.
“I can’t do this right now,” I hear him say.
“It’s not about that. Arthur doesn’t even know who you are and if I’m being honest, I will happily let him live the rest of his life not knowing if that’s what he chooses. But until he turns eighteen, it’s my choice, Savanah, and it’s not happening.”
I wonder if Savanah is Arthur’s mom.
“I’m done. Lose my number,” he says, then I hear his phone drop.
I hear a chair screech back, then footsteps pacing back and forth. I peek my head around the corner and knock lightly on the door. When he looks towards me, the anger and frustration on his face melts away.
“You. You are exactly what I need right now.”
He walks towards me as I open the door wider so I can walk in. His arms wrap around my waist while mine go around his neck. He pulls me into him and puts his face into my neck. He takes a deep breath, and it sends chills down my spine.
“Did you hear any of that?” he asks, as he pulls away slightly to look at my face.
“Yeah, some. Enough to get the gist of what it was about.”
He shakes his head. “She has some audacity, after all these years.”
Not sure how to respond, I smile and nod my head.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that first thing in the morning,” I say, hoping it’s an okay response.
“Me too, but you’re here now and you are the only woman I want in my life right now.”
I bite my lower lip and try not to let my giddiness play out. His thumb pulls at it, untucking it from my teeth.
“You keep doing that and we are both going to be late for work.”
So I do what any other woman would do. I run my tongue across my lips and pull the bottom one back in. His hand goes to the back of my head, he turns it slightly and then his lips are at my ear. When he breathes out a growl, it sends vibrations through my body, straight to my center.
“I’m going to shut that door while you...” He slides his other hand from my waist to my hip then between my thighs. “rid yourself of these,” he says, as hooks his finger in the elastic of panties and runs his finger down my center.
His lips travel from my ear, across my cheek and land hard against mine. He grabs my bottom lip with his teeth and bites down, making me moan and lean into him. As soon as he releases me, I shimmy out of my panties, leaving my knee length circle skirt on. And when I hear the door lock, my pussy aches even more. I become wet and ready for him. The only thing between him and my aching core is my skirt.
I hold my panties up with one finger and he snatches them from me, tosses them across his office then lifts me onto his desk. I lean back onto my hands and spread my legs wide for him. He runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt back.
“Is this how you want me, Ethan?” I ask as I push myself back a little and put my heels on to the desk.
“I fucking love the way my name sounds when it’s coming from your mouth.” He unbuttons his trousers, and they fall to his feet. His briefs barely contain his erection.
“Stand up,” he says as he pulls his dick out of his briefs.