by Remi Grey
“I agree with your dad one hundred percent, but I understand.”
“Thank you for that, I promise after I handle this, I will turn off my phone and let my competent assistants take care of everything from here on out.”
“Pinky swear?” I teased, holding up my pinky.
Surprisingly she took hold of my pinky with ease and what felt like no reservations. I couldn’t help myself. I had to find her eyes; I needed to know if her heart was beating just as fast as mine.
“Dr. Anderson, so good to see you.”
I quickly remove my pinky from hers hoping that her father didn’t see as he walked in. I would hate for him to think of me as anything but a professional.
“It’s a pleasure to see you as well, Mr. Heart.”
“Please, doctor, call me Lorenzo.”
“Of course, I just stopped by to check in on your daughter and to remind her that we have a very early start tomorrow, so be sure to get plenty of rest, the both of you.”
“We understand, and we will follow doctors' orders.”
“Great, I’ll hold you to that promise,” I smile to myself, remembering my earlier attempt at a mutual pinky swear. "Well, I guess that's my cue. I'll leave you to rest and have your last meal, Christine. Remember, Lorenzo, no sneaking in any gourmet snacks in the middle of the night. No matter how much she nags you," one of my favorite jokes, I leave all of my patients with when it applies.
“See you bright and early Doc,” she joked, giving me a slight wink. She winked at me; maybe I do have a chance. All that I have left to do now is save her.
Chapter 6
Christine
Waking up in that recovery room, realizing that I actually made it through what could very well be my very last surgery was surreal. With the surgery a success and being almost a month post-op now, I’m feeling more alive than ever before, and I can’t wait to start living.
Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve always felt as if I was living on borrowed time. Weighed down by restrictions, prescription drugs, and doctors' orders. Even though I’m not entirely out of the woods yet, and I still have a full bag of pills, I have to take each day. It's less than what I had to take a month ago before I met my savior, Dr. Dreamboat, aka the doctor with two last names, aka the man who saved my life.
The highlight of my week is when he comes to visit. Now that I’ve been out of the hospital for a while, I see him a lot less than I would like to.
I hate to say it, but I miss being in the hospital being waited on hand and foot watching to see if I could just catch a glimpse of him walking by doing his rounds. All the ladies loved watching him walk by. He’s a beautiful sight to behold.
I can distinctly remember the moment I knew I wanted things between us to be more than just a passing flirtation. It was my first check-up after the surgery that he had to see me partially naked to examine my chest incision. I had some initial test run to confirm the procedure’s overall success.
He opened my hospital gown with my permission, of course, and touched me so gently in between my breast making sure each suture was healing correctly. I watched as he took extra special care of each stitch, checking tenderly one by one as if they were attached to him and not me.
He applied a bit of pressure using a clean gauze, wiping away as much debris as he could that was left over from the aftermath of the surgery.
I flinched a little when he hit an extra sensitive spot, and he looked up at me with a mix of fear and sadness in his eyes. He was sorry even though he had no reason to be. It wasn’t his fault at all, but he felt for me, and I felt for him.
He barely touched me again, hovering his gloved fingers over my wound, gauging my pain. “I need to check you once again for any sign of infection in the wound. I'll need to apply a bit of pressure to make sure it's not inflamed or showing signs of not healing properly," he told me, opening the front of my gown wider.
When he touched me again, it gave me Goosebumps, and my breath hitched. “Are you okay?” he stopped waiting for me to respond. “I can try again in a day or so if you’re not ready.”
No, I’m definitely ready, more ready than you’ll ever know, and if it weren’t for my damn heart-stopping me right now, I would be all over you.
“I’m fine Davis, I’ve been through this three times before, remember?”
“Yes, I remember, but you’ve never been through this with me,” he continued to look towards me, waiting for me to give my final okay. I did, and he proceeded to finish the examination but with total caution and precision.
I knew right then at that moment that I wanted more with him, I had to get to know this man and fast before it was time to move back to my old life. So now that I've been out of the hospital for a few weeks and I’m feeling like a human again, I want to do something nice for Davis.
My dad left earlier in the week, so I have the apartment all to myself. I’m finally home alone, without my at-home care nurse, who is a pain in my ass. Seriously that woman is a nightmare, always moving my things around, and she won’t ever let me cook for myself.
Doesn't she know that I'm a freakin chef, one of the best in the country, cooking is my thing? Besides, I’m doing much better now, so I don’t feel that I need her very bland, retirement community diabetic home cooking any longer.
I’m ready to party, and the party starts tonight when Dr. Dreamboat comes over as planned, I’ve got a wonderful menu planned that will get me at least felt up tonight. I can’t wait.
After my well-supervised shower from nurse ratchet, I send her on her merry little way so that I can get myself ready. I call my assistants hoping to get the thumbs up on the meal I have planned and my outfit choice that was quickly vetoed for something more revealing, which I totally ignored.
I mean come on do I have to remind them again that I have a huge scar right in the center of my chest, it’s a total mood killer if you ask me. I opt to make him some of my famous Italian style hors d’oeuvres and a good bottle of wine to compliment the evening.
The wine will help us to loosen up, and it’s good for the heart, so I know I won’t get any objections from the good doctor. I’m still not one hundred percent yet, so I make sure not to overexert myself while I began preparations.
I’m nervous, really nervous. It’s longer than I’d like to remember since I’ve been intimate with a man.
Intimate, Chris, what are you thinking, who says anything is going to happen tonight?
My cell dings, it’s him, and he’s on his way.
~~~
Davis
“Where are you headed?” Sam asks me while he raids my refrigerator.
“I’m going to see a patient.”
“Dressed like that, you never dress like that to go and see a patient.”
My brother knows me a little too well, and he’s smart he’ll probably figure out that I’m going to see Christine before I can even tell him.
“It’s not a big secret, Sam, I’m just going to see…”
He stopped me before I could even get the words out good, just like I predicted he would.
“Christine Heart, that’s what you were going to say, right?” he stood before me, arms crossed smiling his toothy smile. I remember as kids, the only way people could tell us apart is by my brother's smile. I hardly ever smiled.
“Yes, if you must know, I’m going to see Christine,” I’m nervous, just saying her name.
“And If I recall, I also remember you were telling me that her dad went back home and she's all alone now, or am I mistaken?" he teased.
"I'm not even going to dignify that statement with an answer. Just keep an eye on Fiona for me. I won't be long maybe an hour or two," I say, waving on my way out the door giving Fiona a quick pet.
“I know it’s been a while bro but give yourself some credit. I’m sure you last longer than that,” he laughed as I shot him the bird and closing the door behind me. The ride on the way to Christine’s is unnerving.
All I could think about t
he entire way was how much I wanted to have her in bed, naked and calling my name while I watched her come apart beneath me.
Calm down Davis, she’s still your patient you need to show some restraint.
I feel like an animal every time that I’m around her, and we’ve spent a lot of time together. I feel like I’ve known her forever, even though, in reality, it’s only been a couple months since our first conversation.
I’ve let her into my life so quickly. Still, it was completely natural, never forced as I have experienced with other women I’ve tried to date. It’s funny because Chris and I aren’t even dating, but every time I spend time with her, it feels like courtship. It’s so refreshing just to be me and not Dr. Anderson all the time with someone of the opposite sex.
She's a strong woman with her own life and her own goals. She's not some medical groupie hanging onto me trying to marry a successful doctor, she's hanging out with me.
Granted, a good majority of the time we spent together, in the beginning, was spent in a hospital bed watching lousy soap operas and checking her vital signs. Still, I wouldn't change it for the world.
I got to know her flaws and all, and she got to know me as a man, not just as her doctor. She’s spirited and opinionated to the point of fault, but I love every bit of that about her.
The discipline it’s taken to become who she is and still keep everything she was going through a secret from the outside world just so she could be treated just like everyone else, that takes guts.
Others might take a lesser road and choose to use their illnesses as a crutch to get by in life or to give up on their dreams out of laziness or fear but not her, she’s a fighter, and I’m in utter awe of her.
Literally, the list of all of her weekly meds would make you weep. She remembers to take all of them properly, in the correct dosage daily with no help whatsoever.
I’m close to her apartment, so I set up my hands-free and text her to let her know I’m not far. She responds.
Ms. Heart: Great, come on in. The door is open. I’ll be the one in the kitchen with my hands dirty. Wink
Holy crap, she’s cooking for me!
Wait, she’s cooking? She shouldn’t be up cooking so soon.
Relax, Dr. Anderson, you’re off duty, tonight is about Davis and Christine at least that’s the way I would love for it to be.
Besides, what can possibly go wrong?
~~~
Christine
He’s close, shit I haven’t even finished cutting the cantaloupe for the prosciutto bites or taken out the antipasto tray from the cooler. I need to respond to his text, what should I say, I should say something cute and suggestive, yeah, and that’s it.
Dr. Dreamboat: I’m not far, be there in twenty.
Me: Great, come on in the door is open. I’ll be the one
The one with what? Think suggestive Christine, I know it’s been a while, but you can so do this.
Me: I’ll be the one in the kitchen with my hands dirty. Wink
Then I toss the phone on the counter resolved with what I sent. It wasn’t too much at all, I didn’t go too far. I kept it clean and a little bit flirty; you did good Heart.
I pray he enjoys everything. He's a picky eater form what I've noticed since watching him eat at the hospital and when he visits me during lunchtime and chef hatchet is fixing us a dual meal.
That woman gives me the creeps.
Oh, crap, he’ll be here any moment, and I haven’t even checked to see what I look like. I took a moment to run, well not exactly run more like walk briskly to the bathroom. I hurry to try to give my pale face some color with a little blush, give the lips a gloss, and throw my hair around a bit.
I hear a voice, it’s him.
Ms. Heart?
Christine, it’s me, Dr. Anderson, I’m coming in?
He’s no doubt announcing himself because the last time he came in on me without me noticing, that was an interesting day, to say the least. I still smile when I think back on his face when I saw him looking at me with my red panties and my ass up in the air.
I freaked out at the moment, but after he’d left and I was resting in my room that night, I became excited and had one of the dirtiest dreams I’ve ever had.
One of the nurses even told me that my heart rate also went up while I was asleep enough to make them come in and check up on me. It was hilarious; if they only knew what I was dreaming about, I’m sure they would totally understand.
Dr. Anderson is the hottest commodity around, and I was just another woman smitten by his charms at least that's what I thought then. Now I know better. I know that I want more, and I think he does too.
~~~
Davis
I arrive at her place and open the door as instructed. I announce myself loudly enough this time, not wanting to recreate our hospital room disaster from a month ago. She’d told me to come in in her text, so even though I didn’t get a response right away, I decided to let myself in.
“I’m in the restroom Dr. Anderson, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Are you okay, do you need any help with anything?”
“No, I’m fine, just freshening up a little,” she responded. “Have a seat at the bar I’ve got a treat for you.”
I take her advice and have a seat at the bar moments before she exits her room, meeting me in her spacious kitchen. Even though her apartment is pretty small she picked one with a beautiful kitchen, I guess it’s the chef in her.
She looks incredible in her casual red top showing just enough cleavage to catch my attention in all the right ways and her fitted jeans. She’s curvy and supple, I want to touch her and feel how soft her skin is against my hands.
It's taking everything in me not just to say fuck dinner I want you right here, right now. “I’m glad you could come by. I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for me by treating you to a small meal.”
She’s so sexy right now, I can’t even stand to look her in the eyes.
I need to distract myself from looking at her.
“I love what you’ve done with the place,” I joke, breaking the sexual tension.
“Your idea of a joke, Dr. Anderson?" she smiles, working hard to catch my attention. "Is something wrong, why won't you look at me?"
“It’s hard to Chris,” I say, turning to face her. “It’s hard to look at you and not want you as more than just my patient.”
There I finally said it, I finally let it out, my true feelings.
“I want you too, Davis. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, but I knew that we needed to keep things professional, so I kept my feelings to myself.”
I got up and came around the bar to meet her gaze. I have to touch her; I need to touch her. I reached for her face caressing it slow and gently, feeling her skin against my hand as I’ve imagined so many times in my head.
“I need to kiss you.”
“Yes,” She said, leaning into my caress.
As soon as our lips touched, I knew it was right. Her mouth was warm and tender, also just how I imagined it to feel. She gave into my kiss eagerly and willingly urging me to move forward.
“Your mouth is so sweet,” I said, running my fingers through her hair, pulling her forward deepening the kiss. The feeling of finally being able to be near to her in this way sends waves of desire that run through me like an earthquake, intense and furious.
“Touch me,” she moans in between each slow tease of her lips. Fuck, her mouth is amazing. “Tell me where you like to be touched,” I say, practically begging for her to reveal to me her secrets to her arousal. “Tell me, please, tell me what you like.”
I hold her close, feeling her breath as her body moves against me. “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched. I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” she panted, running her fingers through my hair, urging me forward.
“I think I know where to start.”
Removing myself from her embrace, I slowly drink all of her body, making sure to keep e
ye contact as I drop down to my knees to worship her.
Dropping my gaze, I focus on unfastening the front of her jeans, leaving a trail of intimate kisses on the soft exposed flesh below her navel.
I continue my exploration unzipping next and excited to witness what wonders lye beneath.
Red, oh fuck, not again.
“You’re so damn sexy, Ms. Heart, I can just eat you up right here, right now,” I say my sanity, totally escaping me. I stand just long enough to taste her mouth once more before I slide my hands into her pants, cupping her beautifully round ass.
I greedily take her in once again fully exposed from the waist down as I relieve her of her pants. She’s wet, the evidence is clear and staring me right in the face.
“I’m going to touch you here,” I mutter softly, running the tip of my tongue along the moist spot in the thin fabric of her panties.
“Mmmmh, oh yes, aah,” she moaned, moving her hips forward, creating such delicious friction. I nip gently at her swollen wetness through her underwear, teasing before I move them to the side, giving me full access.
“No running away now, I got you right where I want you.”
I taste her salty sweetness, opening her with my tongue, sliding each of my hands over her hips to her ass, holding her still while my mouth does the work.
“Davis, aah, oh baby don’t stop, aah,” she breathed, opening her legs wider for me. That’s it, baby, give it to me.
I lost total control over myself, I had to have more I had to see more and taste as much of her as humanly possible tonight. I suck and lick her pussy, picking up speed alternating between the tip of my tongue and the rough pad.
She flinches, breathing heavily, and I know that it won’t be long before she explodes and cum’s all over. I have to give her this, I want to give her this. She deserves it, she deserves to feel pleasure.