Love Doctor

by Mari Freeman

  Digging into one of the bags, Mark asked, “How about me?”

  “You? I got you the smoked-turkey-and-tongue omelet you requested even after walking ten extra blocks on your account.”

  Samuel piped up. “I hope you found something vegetarian for me at that wretched place. I have to cross the street to avoid the smells.” His nose crinkled in disgust and his shoulders shivered. “I always carry some snackers for Farrah, but I missed my smoothie this morning for this early meeting.”

  Farrah, who’d been drooling on the conference chair through most of the presentation, came awake at the mention of her name. She flung her little fat body onto the table and waddled toward the scent of meat. “Farrah, you bad little girl! No meat for you either. Your kibbies are all veggies.”

  Becky wondered if there was some pheromone pugs put off that caused uncontrollable baby talk among their owners.

  Tanisha pulled out a container and passed it to Craig to hand to the artist. “One chicken-and-tongue bagel, hold the chicken, hold the tongue.” She winked at him. 43

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  “Fabulous, my dear.” Samuel’s glee was evident. “I would have never thought of that. I hope I’ll get some tongue another way.” He winked back—at Craig, Becky thought—and Farrah barked.

  “Jeez,” Craig said as he handed the container over and looked down at the pug.

  “More than I needed to know about you and that dog.” He passed another container to Mr. Tenfold, who had already taken the opportunity to make a call while there was an unintended break in the presentation.

  Becky squirmed in her chair. Craig kept eyeing her and she wanted to play with the vibrator again. She raised her eyebrows to give him a hint. He didn’t respond. Tanisha placed a giant bagel covered in cream cheese, eggs and something slimy and pink in front of Becky. “Nova Scotia lox and eggs,” Tanisha proclaimed. “With onions.” She then handed another suspicious, overly brown platter to Liza.

  “Frankfurter omelet.”

  She dug back in the bag one last time. “And you must be Mr. Hill.” Craig nodded.

  “Mark suggested a tongue omelet with Russian dressing for you. A man after my own heart.”

  Craig took the container. “Thank you. You must be Tanisha Townsend. Call me Craig.”

  Becky could see that Craig recognized Tanisha from last night. He looked like he wanted out of the room for a second. They were all professionals. She knew it wasn’t going to turn into a bunch of sophomoric teasing at his expense, but she needed to reassure him of that fact.

  “You’re a brave man to take on the challenge of that monstrosity.” Becky indicated his breakfast as he opened the lid.

  He looked from Tanisha, who’d gone about setting the rest of the condiments out, back to Becky. “I like an occasional challenge.”

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  Becky studied his eyes. He wasn’t as concerned as she had thought. Maybe the man wasn’t as stuffy and uptight as Mark had let on. Maybe with a little more fun time over the next day or so, Becky could help him loosen up even further. Tanisha sat down across the table from Becky and opened her own breakfast. “Well, Doc, what do you think of the lox?”

  Becky looked down to her plate. She’d not tried the stuff. She knew it was some sort of fish, but fish, cream cheese and eggs didn’t cut it as breakfast food in the South.

  “Doc?” Samuel asked.

  Tanisha looked at Mr. Tenfold to see if he was paying attention to the conversation. He was looking out the window as he carried on his cell call. Craig was involved with his food, so Tanisha leaned toward Samuel. “We call our dear Becky the Love Doctor. She’s got a knack for meeting men, finding their relationship weaknesses and fixin’ ’em up before sending them on their way. Most end up married soon after.”

  “Soon after what?” Samuel’s big eyes were wide open.

  “Soon after she cuts them loose,” she said with a finger snap. So much for everyone being professional. Becky glanced from Tanisha to Craig. He was now paying plenty of attention to the conversation between her assistant and the artist.

  Becky gave Tanisha a shut-your-mouth look. “We need to get back to the presentation so we can get out to the park and look around.”

  Samuel straightened in his chair. “Do you do gay guys? ’Cause I know a few who could really use that kind of service.”

  Becky rubbed her forehead. “No. Not yet anyway.”

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  directly to Craig. He nodded when appropriate. His tie was a little crooked. His face was stern and concentrating on her commentary. He was so hot. She wanted him to play with the vibrator. She wanted him to push those buttons. She wanted him to want to play—but she wasn’t sure how to make him realize it. She could be creative, use some subtle hints. He was a lawyer after all; he should pick up on them. Shouldn’t he?

  “So, Craig. Do you need any further licenses to make the event a success?” Becky raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms and waited for his answer. He gave her a confused look. “I don’t think so. I believe your team has covered all the bases for liabilities.” He leaned back and crossed his arms. She looked him in eye. “Do you have need of a license for the event?”

  He scrunched his brow. “Me?”

  She was painting herself into a corner. Mr. Tenfold was scribbling on a pad on the desk. She couldn’t play around much longer. “Forgive me. I must be a dork. I thought you needed a vendor’s license or something to cover your liabilities as the attorney for the event.” That made no sense even to her. She glanced at Liza, who was looking at her like she had a cheese head.

  “Um. No…” Craig began, and then he straightened quickly. “I mean yes. Something like that. I’ve got it covered.” He lowered his head as if to take his own notes, one hand sliding under the table.

  A second later her vibrator roared to life.

  “Oh,” she said with too much intake of breath. She sounded as if she’d moaned.

  “I…um. Okay. Let’s move on.” She pressed the arrow button on the laptop and a new image appeared on the screen. The vendor list. “I’ve gotten only one dropout from our original participants. That’s pretty good.”

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  thought about it before. Last night was the first time she’d worn it out in public and the music had been blaring. She meandered closer to Samuel while she was talking. If anyone was going to react to a strange noise, the over-the-top artist would. Samuel was paying attention to her words as she neared. He took a drink of water. She stood right behind him. He picked up his screaming-yellow cell phone and glanced at the dark screen—most likely to see if it was vibrating. Yep. He could hear it. He put the phone back down and looked up at the lights. No fluorescents.

  Becky inwardly laughed. She could really mess with these people. If she kept standing near Samuel, how long would it be until he asked about that infernal buzzing?

  Would anyone ever suspect it was a vibrator? She glanced at Liza. She might figure it out, since she knew Becky so well. She stood next to her for a slight moment when it was time to change the slides. Liza made no sign of hearing it and she didn’t want to press her luck. Liza would get a kick out of it but Becky really didn’t want to start a game of What’s That Noise? She wanted to get a chance at Craig as soon as possible. She looked at Craig and all amusement over the situation flew out the window. He was looking at her like she was naked in a jury box. His hand slid back under the table. She braced herself. Now that he understood the proper operation of the toy, he wasn’t likely to turn it off by accident. The vibrating changed to
the medium pulse. Her favorite.

  She gave him a sultry smile as she paced back to the laptop. She needed water. Her mouth was getting dry. The rest of her was getting moist, but she needed her voice to finish up. Three more images and the whole group would head out to Central Park. It felt good to be playing with Craig. He needed it too. If what Mark had told her was true, Craig needed a lot more fun in his life. She was just the Doc to show him how fun life could be.

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  After the presentation, Craig watched as Becky tucked away the laptop. Samuel chattered on to Mr. Tenfold about a trendy new restaurant and the others all seemed involved in the conversation. He’d changed setting one other time before she’d finished the last couple of images. The vibrator was humming on high speed. She’d been so sexy as she’d described the percentage of games in relation to the interactive art booths and vendors selling products. She was as comfortable speaking to the group as he was speaking in court. She was smart. He inwardly chuckled. He was such a geek. Becky’s facts and figures were turning him on as much as her ass was. He glanced around the room at the group. The others didn’t seem to notice how sexily her body moved as she spoke. No one else cared that she flipped her hair over her shoulder when she gestured to a figure on the screen. They didn’t know her skin was flushed and warm because she was horny. Nope. All that was just for him and now he had a monster erection to deal with before he could stand. The woman was irresistible.

  He’d planned on leaving as soon as the papers were signed and the meeting was over. He’d planned to spend the next two days working on a set of briefs for an upcoming case. He’d planned on life as normal.

  Plans changed.

  After she finished and everyone was gathering to leave for Central Park and the tour, Becky excused herself. Craig followed her into the hallway. He needed to speak to her.

  “Becky,” he said to her back as she made her way down the hall. She stopped and he could tell she took in a large breath before turning to face him.

  “I…um.” He felt he needed to apologize for something, but he wasn’t sure what. She’d played with him again. Neither had seemed to hurt the professional position of the other. “If I had known…”

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  She pushed the curls behind her ear on one side her face and looked him in the eye.

  “What? We wouldn’t have had last night?” She gave him a sultry little grin. “That would have been a shame. Don’t you think?”

  She leaned toward him so her face was close to his, her lips at his ear. He could smell her skin. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” She ducked into the ladies’ room. Craig adjusted his briefcase to the other arm and did as he was told. Liza and Tanisha walked by him on their way to the restroom, both giving him questioning smiles as greetings as they passed. He took a few steps away so he didn’t have that stalkerish feel from standing directly across from the ladies’ room. Becky was the first to emerge. She strode confidently toward him, stopping close again. She looked down the hallway in each direction as if to make sure they were alone. “Walk with me, Craig. If that is your real name.”

  He closed his eyes. He used E.C. Hill on all his correspondence. He stopped and turned to her. “Ebenezer Craigsen Hill. At your service.” He waited to see her reaction. She nodded. “Ah. Craigsen fits you. Ebenezer, not so much.”

  She took the crook of his elbow and started walking again. After one more look behind them, she slid the still-humming vibrator into his pants pocket. “Your turn, Mr. Hill. I’ll take the controls, if you don’t mind.”

  The little vibrator slid down in his pocket. His slacks were loose enough that it landed on his thigh. He was speechless for a moment.

  She leaned in closer than she had before, her body pressed against his. It was his turn to look behind them to see if anyone had entered the hall. The vibration was distracting and his cock was hardening. He didn’t know if the excitement was caused by the chance of getting caught, the toy or her body. Fuck. It was all three. She licked the rim of his earlobe. “I’d rather it be in your undies, Craigsen, tucked close to your balls. If you would be so kind as to manage that for me, I’ll go hail us a cab.” She stepped back just before Samuel and Mr. Tenfold emerged from the meeting 49

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  room. She held out her hand as if to shake his, but she was actually demanding the remote. “Then we can discuss that last of the documentation.”

  He dug in his other pocket, hesitant, but he was in such a state of arousal at the moment he let any indecision melt away. He shook her hand, leaving the fob in her hot little palm.

  He stood in a shocked state as Becky retrieved her rolling briefcase, winked and headed in the direction of the elevators. She never looked back. He’d lost control of the situation. He was out of his mind with desire and out of his league with this woman.

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  Becky was satisfied that Craig had complied with her request as she watched him come down the few steps that led from the font of the building to the street. He was walking as if he’d just been on a long trail ride in an uncomfortable saddle. She bit on her upper lip in an effort not to giggle as he joined her by the waiting cab.

  “Sent the others on. You took a long time with that.” She raised an eyebrow to get a reaction.

  He shifted his weight slightly from one side to the other. “There’s not exactly a good place to situate that in there, you know. And it wasn’t going where it would have had the best chance of staying in place.”

  “Not a backdoor kind of guy?” She crawled into the backseat of the waiting cab. He followed, adjusting his pants once more after pulling the door closed. “No. I don’t know how practical this is either.” He tugged at his pant legs, trying to pull them down.

  “Seems to be doing the job, if you ask me.” She nodded to the erection that was in no way hidden.

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  rolling out of my pants and onto the floor of the elevator. It’s bad enough that everyone could hear it.”

  Becky did giggle then. She’d forgotten how loud the thing was when she’d had it in her pussy. For Craig, the humming was muffled only by fairly thin fabric.

  “Aww. Poor thing.” She slid her hand down the inside of his thigh, resting it where she could feel the vibrator and his erection. She looked up and realized the driver was waiting on instructions with the meter running. “Central Park. Close to Tavern.”

  “You’re killing me. I won’t be able to walk around the park like this.” He looked down to her hand and his bulge as he gripped the door handle.

  “You’ll be fine. You have a few blocks to get used to it.” She held out the fob and ran her finger over the buttons as he had done in the bar. “You’re on the highest speed.”

  She pushed the top button twice to slow it down and then pushed the bottom button to give him some of the pulsing bursts she loved so much.

  Even with the city noises and the loud engine in the old cab, she could hear the faint buzzing with each burst of vibration. She squeezed his balls. Craig’s head fell back.

  “So. Mr. E.C. Hill, what do you do for fun?”

  “Fun?” He tried to focus.

  “Yes, when you’re not in a courtroom or working on a case. You do have some life outside court, don’t you?” She was probing. Getting the symptoms. He sat up a bit more. “I…um.” He lifted his hips as she massaged. “I bake.”

  Becky laughed. “You mean, like cookies? You bake?”

  She had to admit the thought of being in a nice warm kitchen with him and the smell of baking bread sounded very alluring for some reason. But this did go along with what Mark had said about him. All work. No play. “Baking is not a very social activity.”

  He put his hand over hers. “You ha
ve to stop or I’m going to blow in this cab.”

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  “Please, not,” the cabbie begged in broken English.

  They both looked at each other and then without a word, laughed. Becky hadn’t even looked to see if the driver could see what she was doing. She hadn’t really cared.

  “Sorry, man,” Craig said as he straightened in his seat. He put his hands in his lap to cover his erection and gave a deep sigh. “Becky, you are something else.”

  “You need to get out more.” The cab pulled to the curb. Craig paid him as Becky got out and she heard him mutter another apology.

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  Chapter Five

  “They look like giant freaking penises!” The park was almost set up for the next morning’s festivities. Becky turned in a circle, looking at the huge, colorful sculptures and the fabric that flowed from each one. There were twenty-two of them scattered throughout the ArtMania area, each representing the life of a child with a brain tumor who’d been saved by the hospital last year.

  She rubbed her forehead. “Liza, is this what you got out of Samuel’s drawings?”

  “Nope. No. Not at all. I’m not sure what to think. They do have a very particular shape.”

  “Yeah. A particular penis shape.” Shit! Becky sat weakly on a bench that was thankfully close by. It put her directly in front of a sculpture that should have resembled a tall pink-and-yellow pinwheel. The shaft that rose about twelve feet above the ground had yellow fabric draped around a wide base, spiraling up to the top of the sculpture. Capping the top were the spinning petals of the pinwheel. But instead of facing forward like a windmill, they were attached to a track of sorts that ran around the circumference of the pole, inches from the top. Each petal curved out from the track delicately before pointing straight up.

  The optical illusion created when the track turned gave the top of the shaft a brightpink head. The sculpture sticking out of the ground looked more like a huge pink-and-yellow dildo and less like any pinwheel she’d ever seen. And twenty-two of them dotted the Sheep Meadow.