I laugh. “Good luck with that. They don’t carry my cup size, remember? I’ve never been able to shop at that store. It’s so depressing.”
Dr. Dave cusses, berating himself for making me feel bad.
“It’s fine,” I say.
I hear him breathing while he pauses. “Let’s have some fun, baby. What do
you say?”
I bite my lip, wishing he could see the grin he’s provoking on my face. “What did you have in mind?”
He cuts to the chase. “Millie. This is crazy and it may be hard for you to believe, but this connection is real. I feel it. Are you feeling it?”
I suck in a breath and have to cover my mouth to keep from smiling like an even bigger idiot. But why? Nobody is here to see it.
“Yes, I do feel it,” I whisper, my hand going to my chest, as if my heart might burst out of it at any minute.
“Baby, listen. This show is over in an hour. Then I’m coming to where you are and we are going to do exactly what you said.”
Sparks ignite and crackle over every inch of my skin. Is this really happening? “Are you saying you really want to be my first?”
“I thought that was painfully obvious. I’ve been telling you this.”
“I thought it was just good radio.”
“Baby, you’re not just good radio. You’re good everything.”
I am full-on white-knuckle gripping the glass railing around the second floor right now because my knees are about to buckle. How am I so powerless against his charms?
Somebody is pounding on something and I realize the sound is coming from his phone. “What’s that?”
“It’s my producer. I locked myself in the bathroom so I can talk to you, and so she’ll have no choice but to run another couple of commercials.”
“Oh gosh. I don’t want you to get into trouble,” I tell him.
“I’m already in trouble, in more ways than one. Now what do you say? Let me come pick you up and we’ll…talk about how and where you’d like to do this. If you want me to. Do you want me to?”
I sigh a shivering sigh. “I would love to, but you’re forgetting something. I’m at work here until seven.”
“Sweetheart, you can just quit that job. You’re with me, now.”
Well, that was not what I was expecting. I feel the need to set him straight. “Listen. I like my job. I like my independence. I like my life. I don’t need you to whisk me away, OK?”
“OK. Fair enough. Sorry. I got overwhelmed and I’m really eager to see you, angel.”
He’s called me every pet name in the book over the last thirty minutes and it never gets old. The tingles just keep coming.
“Well, in the entire scope of things, a few hours isn’t that long of a wait, is it?”
He laughs. “Gonna be the longest few hours of my fucking life.”
“Well, I can give you something to think about in the meantime,” I say, hardly believing the weird fantasy I’m about to reveal.
Doctor Dave groans. “Oh, baby, don’t tell me. No, wait. Yes, tell me.”
I close my eyes and cringe as I say it. “You know those big linen stores that sell all the bedroom and bathroom stuff? They have one here. Well, I have a weird secret. Do you want to hear it?”
“You’re killing me, doll. And, abso-fucking-lutely I do.” The low register of his voice continues to violate me through the phone. And I find it delicious.