“Come, Zaka,” she said, and he hopped his ass up and followed her in the clinic with me following along at the end of the leash like a putz.
This fucking dog.
She pointed to the scale, and he hopped right up and sat down. I wanted to choke him.
“Seventy pounds,” she read off to the tech sitting at the front desk.
Then she stepped into an exam room, and Zaka followed her right on in. Once we were both in, she shut the door and held her hand out for him to sniff, even though it was apparent he knew exactly who she was.
“How’s he been doing?” she asked me as she crouched next to him to love on my dog. I was more than a little jealous. Especially since I could see down the front of her red scrub top and her cleavage was screaming at me. When she looked up, her hazel gaze paused right at her eye level—my crotch. Then her cheeks flushed a little and she blinked up at me.
“Good. Unless he knows we’re coming here.” I smirked, and she grinned. She had no idea how bad I wanted to wrap her silky ponytail around my fist and pull her face into my cock. I shook off the visions that were beginning to form of her on her knees in front of me.
“I told you he was very intelligent,” she said as she tried to pull in her smile.
“Well, I didn’t expect him to understand what I was talking about,” I said with exasperation. She chuckled and shook her head.
“I’m not so sure he knew exactly what you were saying, but he knew it wasn’t something he’d like.” I raised a brow at her, telling her what I thought of her deduction.
“Oh, really. Well, I think he did know exactly what I was saying.”
Instead of replying to me, she returned her attention to my dog. “Don’t worry, handsome. We won’t touch the family jewels,” she crooned to him, and I swear the fucker smiled at her and gloated toward me.
“So much for man’s best friend,” I mumbled. She tried not to laugh as she assessed him under the guise of scratching and petting him. She looked closely at his muzzle and his gums. Then she listened to him with her stethoscope and finished her exam. Once she was done, she stood up.
“Everything looks and sounds good. No signs of infection. Do you have any questions?” she asked as she wiped her stethoscope and hooked it over her neck.
“When are you going to go to dinner with me?” I asked with a half-smile.
Her eyes got big, and she quickly glanced back down to Zaka. “That wouldn’t be appropriate, Mr. Dupré.”
“Oh, come on, Doc. It’s dinner. I’m not asking you to fuck me. Unless you’re game, then it’s not off the table.” I gave her one of my best smiles, and Zaka actually helped a brother out and laid his head against her leg. His big brown eyes blinked innocently up at her, and I made a mental note to give him an extra biscuit when we got home.
“Jesus, Ogun,” she mumbled in flustered shock, and I realized it was the first time she’d called me by first name.
“Is that a yes?”