by Rye Hart
“Well, I like reading, listening to music, relaxing on the water,” I said. “My dad used to take me out on his boat and I loved listening to the water crashing into the sides as I stared out at the sea.”
Gavin listened – he actually listened – as I talked my dad and his boat.
“What happened to your dad's boat?” he asked.
Before I could explain how my brother inherited it – and sold it – a woman began hysterically screaming Gavin's name from across the bar.
“Gavin Pierce,” the blonde said, walking over to our table with a scowl on her face. She looked at me, then back at my boss.
“Tracy,” he said, standing up to greet the petite blonde. “What a pleasure to see – ”
“Save it, Gavin,” she said, looking over at me. “I see I've been replaced already. That sure didn't take long.”
“Excuse me?” I said, standing up. “I'm not dating him, I – ”
But the woman named Tracy wasn't having any of it. She picked up the glass of water on the table and tossed it in Gavin’s face.
“You're no different than Tyler, you son of a bitch,” she spat. She turned to me and shook her head. “This man, he's nothing but a lying, cheating, pig. I hope you know that.”
“Tracy, come on,” Gavin called out to her. All eyes were on us, and I suddenly felt extremely exposed. I just stared at Gavin with wide eyes and my mouth hanging open.
“Who was that?” I asked quietly. “An ex-girlfriend?”
“No, we never dated, I swear,” he said. “It's complicated. But let's go. I don't feel like being the evening’s entertainment anymore.”
He dropped payment for our drinks down on the table and took my hand, leading me from the bar while everyone stared at us as we left. It felt weird for him to be holding my hand, but I let him lead the way to the valet station. Tracy was yelling at one of the attendants, who was doing his best to pacify her.
“Sir, I'm afraid she managed to stab one of your tires with a steak knife before we could stop her,” one of the other attendants said. “The police have already been called.”
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“Well that was an interesting night, to say the least,” I said as we walked back to his office. “I'm sorry about your car.”
“Yeah, me too,” he said with a chuckle. “Hard to believe a woman I'm not even dating could be that crazy. But, it is what it is, I suppose.”
He'd had his car towed to a nearby shop to get the tires replaced. Tracy had managed to get a knife into two of them before the police arrived. She'd also managed to scratch and dent a door as she fought with the valet attendants.
“Can't imagine what would have happened if she’d actually been your girlfriend,” I said.
“Oh no. No way would I ever date someone like her,” he said.
“Oh really? She seemed exactly your type,” I teased. “Blonde, perfect body, beautiful, and sassy.”
“There's more to a beautiful woman than blonde hair and a good body,” he said. “And besides, I prefer classy over sassy any day.”
Yeah, right. I side-eyed him because I doubted he'd date anyone seriously – much less someone who wasn't a blonde bombshell. He had a reputation as a player – one he didn't really seem to care to hide all that well.
“Seriously,” he said. “If I were to date someone again, she'd have to be smart, well-educated, and able to keep calm under pressure. Because as you know, I can be a real asshole at times, and I can't afford to replace my tires every time I dare speak to another woman.”
At least Gavin could laugh about his own dickish behavior, I had to give him some credit for that. When we got back to the office, I offered to drive him home.
“Nah, I'm just going to call an Uber,” he said. “Go home, it's late.”
“You sure? I don’t mind.”
“Go,” he said. “I've kept you late enough. It's the weekend. You shouldn't have to see me again until Monday.”
“Well thank you for an interesting night,” I said, opening my car door. “I actually had a good time.”
“Your idea of a good time and mine might be a little different,” he teased.
“You tried at least,” I said.
“You're way too nice, Morgan. Do you know that?”
It was a compliment – a sincere one at that. I found myself blushing from the weight of his gaze as he stared into my eyes.
“Nicer than I deserve, I know that for a fact,” he continued.
He was standing a little too close, and for a second, I thought he might be trying to kiss me goodnight, which would go against everything I stood for. But at the same time, I couldn't deny that I would have liked to have seen how good of a kisser he was. He had delicious-looking lips that I could devour if given a chance.
“Goodnight, Gavin,” I said, slipping into my car before I let my hormones get in the way of common sense or my career. “See you on Monday.”
“See you, Morgan,” he said, waving as I shut the door and drove off.
CHAPTER SEVEN- GAVIN
That night, I had an erection that was so hard, I feared my balls might burst. After that eventful night with Tracy, I hadn't been with anyone. And truthfully, I didn't want to be with just anyone again. Morgan – there was something about her. She did something to me. Knowing I couldn't have her though, knowing that she would deny me in a heartbeat, made my cock grow achingly hard for her.
As soon as I got home, I had to take care of myself in the shower. I stroked my raging hard-on as I imagined what sweet, pretty Morgan Brooks would taste like. I wanted to sink my tongue deep into that delectable pussy, and I wanted that tight ass to press into me as I fucked her from behind. God, the idea of bending her over my office desk and fucking her right there caused the cum to boil within my balls. When I exploded – sending a string of cum shooting across the shower – I imagined filling her up with my seed. I imagined her tight pussy clenching down around me, coming alongside me, as I buried myself deep inside of her one last time.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling the need dissipate only slightly.
Every night after working with Morgan, I'd had to take care of myself. I had to masturbate while thinking of my gorgeous intern because there was no way we could ever be together. I wasn't the type of man to settle down, and having a one-night stand with someone I had to work with every day was a recipe for disaster. Still, knowing that I'd never have her killed me because I wanted her so badly.
I wanted Morgan Brooks more than I'd wanted anyone in my entire life. And the knowledge that she likely didn't want me in return only made it worse. Yes, I liked the chase. I liked women who played hard to get. In most cases, it was an act and I could always manage to get between their legs without exerting too much effort. But Morgan was different. I knew it wasn't just an act with her.
That woman had standards. Morals. Ethics. And no matter what I did, there was no way she'd lower those standards to sleep with her boss.
I cleaned up in the shower and went to bed, visions of Morgan in a mini skirt and thigh highs dancing in my head.
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First thing Monday morning, I found Morgan and Tyler sitting in the waiting room, prior to opening the office. It was just the two of them, and they looked pretty friendly. Morgan was laughing when I walked inside, but she stood up as soon as I entered, pulling her skirt down to cover her knees.
“Good morning, Dr. Pierce,” she said, her long, chestnut hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves. She hadn't worn her hair down since starting, nor had she worn a skirt before. “Tyler got here a little early, and I let him in. But then I realized I don't have a key to the offices or rooms, so – here we sit.”
Tyler stood up and I could see that he was already doing a hundred percent better. He could stand, without much help, and he'd cleaned up the scruffy beard. He was starting to look like his old self again, and from the way Morgan was smiling at him, I could tell his appeal wasn't lost on her either.
“So, Dr. P
ierce, I heard about Tracy,” Tyler said, his gaze falling on me where I saw the anger in his eyes. “I mean, I know she's going to be my ex-wife soon and all, but I'd have appreciated the heads up about you fucking her and all.”
Morgan looked at me, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. “Is that true, Gavin? Tracy? Crazy Tracy from Friday night, is Tyler's wife?”
“Tyler, can we please talk in private?” I said. “It's not what you think.”
“Like hell it's not,” Tyler said. “And I trusted you, doc. I trusted you with my career – with my everything. And you go and sleep with my wife behind my back?”
“Soon-to-be ex,” I corrected him. Because yeah, that mattered.
“He shook his head, incredulous at my arrogance. “Just wait until this gets out there – and I'll make sure it does, doc. You're done, man. Done.”
Tyler slammed the door and left the office, leaving Morgan to just stare at me with a shocked expression. “I had no idea.”
“Yeah, well, now you know,” I muttered, unlocking the rest of the offices. “And soon, everyone will know, so if you want to avoid the bad publicity, I don't blame you. I'll leave you with a good referral now while it might still mean something.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” she said.
I looked at her, surprise registering on my face. “Even after that?” I asked her.
“You screwed up,” Morgan said. “Doesn't make you a bad person. A flawed person, sure. But we've all messed up at times. And I've witnessed the good you've done too. What you did with Tracy doesn't negate that.”
The fact that this woman – the very woman I demeaned on her first day working for me – could see something positive inside of me shocked me more than anything I'd ever witnessed before. Of all the miracles I've witnessed in the operating room and in all of medicine itself, that had to be the one that shook me the most.
I sat down with my head in my hands, cursing myself over my own stupidity. Tracy was crazy, not worth the drama. Not worth the risk to my career either. And yet, even knowing that, I'd gone forward with her anyway.
“You know this is going to come back to bite me, right?” I asked.
“Maybe not,” she said with a smile. “Let me handle it. I have Tyler’s phone number. He was hitting on me before you came in and I think I can make him change his mind about smearing you all over the place.”
And there it was, in the pit of my belly, a feeling I'd never felt before. Not in all my years of living.
Jealousy.
CHAPTER EIGHT - MORGAN
When I'd mentioned I had Tyler's number, something flashed in those baby blue eyes of Dr. Pierce's. Was Gavin Pierce jealous of Tyler? While yes, Tyler was an attractive man, he wasn't my type. For one thing, I had no intention of dating a patient. It was unethical, and unlike my esteemed boss, I wasn't about to mix business and pleasure.
But I did have a plan to keep my boss – and my internship – on solid footing.
I called Tyler and asked him to meet with me for lunch. He was happy to oblige; a little too eager, actually. He was probably already thinking about how perfect of a revenge plot getting me into the sack would be. Alas, I wasn't about to play along. The last thing I wanted was to be caught up in somebody else's drama.
“You're fine with Tyler,” I said, coming back after lunch. “He's not going to the press or anything like that. We talked it out and everything's good.”
“Why would you do that?” he asked me. “Seriously, Morgan, I don't understand.”
“Sometimes good people mess up,” I said, shrugging as I sat down across from him. “And while you tried hard to convince me you're a horrible human being, I've seen a side of you that proves otherwise. Besides, I really don't want to work underneath anyone else in the industry. You're it for me. I am learning so much from you and I don't want to see that come to a crashing end. So, it was partially selfish too.”
Gavin stood up and walked over to me, a serious look on his face. “I truly don't deserve you, Morgan,” he said. “I don't understand why you're still so nice to me, after everything I've done and put you through.”
“Because some people deserve a second chance,” I said, laughing and recalling how he described me on day one. “Yeah, call me naive or say I'm all sunshine and rainbows, I know.”
I stared up at him and found myself blushing as I looked into those deep, blue eyes of his. He looked so different from that first day when all I really saw was that arrogant grin. He actually looked handsome – like the type of man I could see myself falling for. “You know, Morgan,” Gavin said, leaning against his desk, not far from me. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and smiled, a sincere smile for a change. “I could kiss you right now.”
My lips yearned to feel his against mine. I fought so hard for this internship, even fought to keep his reputation on good terms, and there I was fantasizing about kissing him, risking ruining it all.
“Then why don't you?” I said, whispering the words before I knew what I was saying.
“You mean that?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Maybe?” I teased. Gavin stood up and walked over to me, pulling me to my feet and standing me in front of him. He looked me in the eyes as he leaned forward.
“I'm waiting for you to pull back and slap me,” he said quietly.
“I'm waiting for that too, actually,” I joked. “Because I know this is bad.”
“It's very bad,” he said.
“Good thing you're not known for being good,” I said, leaning close enough to feel his breath on my face.
Gavin closed the distance between us, pressing his lips to mine and taking my breath away with his kiss. He held my head in his hands, his fingers tangled in my hair as his tongue pressed between my lips.
He kicked the office door closed, muttering about Lila not coming in until later. He turned me toward his desk, and I backed up until I was sitting down upon it. I was suddenly so happy that I decided to wear a skirt that day.
“Do you have any morning appointments?” I asked as he slipped my shirt off over my head.
“Nope, just surgery this afternoon,” he said.
“Good,” I said, unbuttoning his pants as quickly as possible. “So, it's just you and me today?”
“It is,” he said, kissing down the length of my neck.
I shuddered against him, my pussy growing wetter at the thought of fucking him right there, on his desk. I knew it was bad, I knew I should stop it, but I'd never done anything like it before and my body was on autopilot. No lick of common sense was going to stop me now.
Gavin lifted my skirt up, pulled my panties down and before I knew what hit me, his cock was pressing against my opening. He stared into my eyes and asked me one last time.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, even though I should have said no. “Yes, please.”
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I tried not to cry out too loud from the pleasure. We might be the only ones in this office at that moment, but we were in a hospital with other offices nearby. The last thing we needed was for someone to hear us.
Gavin moved in and out of me with such precision that it made my eyes roll back in my head. I moaned loudly as he hit the right spots every single time. I spasmed around his cock, clenching him tight as he continued to fuck me, holding onto my ass to keep me from sliding across his desk. Papers fell to the floor around us, but if Gavin was concerned, it didn't show. All he cared about was moving in and out of my tight little opening.
My climax hit me hard and fast, and I bit down on Gavin's shoulder to avoid screaming out. Even still, I muttered, “Yes, yes, yes” over and over again into his flesh as my body was rocked by the most intense orgasm of my life. Gavin wasn't far behind, his body trembling as he let out a long, low groan – spilling his seed into me before I could even ask him to pull out.
His warm cum filled me up, and once
he was spent, he pulled his deflated cock out of me with a laugh.
“Damn,” he said, wiping the sweat from his face. “That was better than I imagined.”
“You imagined us fucking on your desk?” I asked, chuckling to myself.
“Many times since I first saw you walk in that door,” he said. “And trust me, it was better than my fantasies. By far.”
I hopped from his desk and pulled my panties back up. I grabbed the box of tissue and attempted to clean up the warm fluid that ran down my legs.
“Good to know,” I said with a playful wink.
“It was everything and more,” he said, enveloping me in his arms. “But next time, I hope to bend you over the desk and take you from behind.”
“Next time? Oh boy, so I'm not just another one-night stand for you?”
I was only half-joking. I knew Gavin's reputation, so I didn't expect us to get serious or anything. But a girl could dream, right?
“Well, as long as you're up for it,” he teased. “After all, I could fall in love with a girl like you.”
I already knew I could fall in love with him. The thought of it excited me, but not nearly as much as the fantasies that played out in my head did.
Good thing we still had a few more months to figure it all out.
The End