Contents
Doctor’s Orders: Crush
About the Author
Other books by Brittany Dreams
Description
1. Laila
2. Laila
3. Cole
4. Laila
5. Cole
6. Laila
7. Laila
8. Cole
9. Laila
10. Cole
11. Laila
12. Laila
13. Cole
14. Cole
15. Laila
16. Laila
17. Cole
18. Laila
19. Laila
20. Cole
21. Laila
Epilogue
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Doctor’s Orders: Cole
Doctor’s Orders
Cole
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Shouldn’t…
I hated that word. I truly did.
It was what she had always been to me. She was a shouldn’t.
Off limits…
Laila was always off limits to me.
I shouldn’t have had last night with her.
I just didn’t know if I could resist her…again.
Laila
Eight years ago…
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I wasn’t sure what I should be more shocked by.
The fact that I was in Vegas or the fact that I was in Vegas with Cole Dawson.
Cole Dawson, the guy who’d been my living fantasy from as far back as memory served me.
“We’re going to get in so much trouble,” I said, biting the inside of my lip as I gazed at the breathtaking view of the Bellagio.
Cole simply nodded, like he knew trouble may follow but didn’t care. I was used to the look. I’d seen it many times on this guy. He may have been the astute up-and-coming surgeon now but to me he was always the badass rebel looking for his next fix of trouble.
And I was always in tow. Me, who would never say no to him under any circumstances.
Not when I should be at home with my family, who hadn’t seen me since Christmas, and not when I knew it was so wrong to lie to said family about my whereabouts so I could have a wild adventure in Vegas with the guy I’d been crushing on all my life.
“Relax princess, who’s gonna know?” he challenged, with an easy smile that made his bright blue eyes twinkle. He ran a hand through his spiky black hair and tensed his jaw, showing off the perfection God took his own sweet time to create. “You gonna tell them?”
“No,” I answered, giggling.
“Then come. Let’s put our bags down and think of all the wild stuff we’ll get up to tonight. Other than me, there is no trouble.” Slipping his arm around me, he ushered me up the grand steps.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. That I was doing this.
Carpe diem girl, I reminded myself. Because this whole adventure was carpe diem.
And trouble?
Trouble could take the form of my parents or Brad, my older brother who I knew would a hundred percent have a problem with his best friend taking me on this trip to Sin City. Even if it was to celebrate my twenty-first birthday properly.
But…I didn’t care.
We were in Vegas, just the two of us, and I had no idea what Cole had planned. Excitement was just the beginning of what I felt. We’d hung out a lot in the past but never overnight—let alone a weekend.
I’d been in love with this guy forever.
Cole, who I’d watched get with one girl after another for years because he saw me as his best friend’s little sister.
Cole, who had no idea how I’d felt and probably wouldn’t do a damn thing because he was several years older than me. Plus, it didn’t help that Brad was always making me look like a child.
I was totally shocked when Cole came up with the idea for us to go wild in Vegas to celebrate my birthday.
Was I supposed to say no?
Hardly.
The only sensible thing my Cole-crazy mind thought to do was conjure the perfect excuse which was, I’m spending the weekend with Piper.
Piper was the kind of friend who would take my secrets to the grave. Even under oath my best friend would swear for me that I was with her and there was no way I got on a flight from Pittsburgh International this morning and flew off to Vegas with Cole Dawson.
The receptionist smiled when we walked up to her.
“Oh wow, let me guess…newlyweds?” she said. While I turned several shades of red, Cole answered with a chuckle.
He smirked. “I’m not that lucky!” I glanced up at him, appreciating the answer. “I’ve got the penthouse suite booked under the name Dawson.”
He had me stunned at “penthouse suite.” My mouth dropped wide open.
“Oh my God, what!” I gasped. “Cole, you booked what?”
Again, he answered with a chuckle. “Yeah, happy birthday princess.”
Excitement surged through me and I threw my arms around him. “Wow! Thank you so much!” I couldn’t resist jumping up and down with excitement.
The receptionist just laughed at me. I was pretty sure she must have been used to people acting the way I was.
She moved over to the little cabinet on the wall and retrieved the key card. I squealed when she handed it to Cole.
“Why are you acting so crazy?” he said as we walked away.
“I just can’t believe you did all this. You booked a friggin’ penthouse suite! I thought it was a spur of the moment idea you cooked up.”
Glancing over at me, he gave me a wink. “It was. You know my dad has connections. So if I say I want the penthouse suite at the Bellagio then that’s what I get.”
“Thank you so much.”
He rolled his eyes at me the way he did when he thought I was being silly. My family wasn’t rich like his so when something like this happened, I couldn’t help but be overly grateful.
“Laila, there was no way I was going to let you celebrate your twenty-first birthday with a musical and the same old trip to the pizzeria you’ve been making since you were born.”
I laughed at the comment as we stepped in the elevator. He wasn’t wrong. That was exactly how I brought in my twenty-first year. It was a tradition Mom clung to. She still treated me like the baby because she had me later in life. But I couldn’t keep holding on to that because there was a point where it was time to accept that some things
just had to stop.
I’d been at Stanford University now for nearly three years and everyone still treated me like a kid. Everyone except Cole.
I just wished he could see me as more than his best friend’s little sister.
“Thanks. I won’t forget this. I’ve always wanted to come here. I planned to after college.”
“Well now you’re here. Did you bring the list of stuff you want to do this weekend?”
In answer I tapped the side of my jacket pocket. The list I had was a little different than the one he’d told me to write.
He glanced down and tried to reach in but I stopped him.
“No, you can’t see it,” I protested.
He frowned. “Why the hell not? I told you to make a list. What do you have on there you don’t want me to see?”
“I just have stuff on there, and I don’t want you to laugh at it.”
He tilted his head to the side and a lock of his black hair fell over his eye, making him look more alluring than he already was. “What if I promise not to laugh?” He stepped closer.
“Nope.” I shook my head and was saved when the elevator door pinged then opened.
“How will I know what you want to do tonight if you don’t show me the list?”
“I’ll make a new one.”
“Why two lists? Just show me the one list. It’ll save time, save paper, save the planet. Save the brain, brain power.”
“Nice try!” I laughed.
“It’s true. As a budding neuroscientist you must know the essential need for brain care. Stress is one of the biggest onsets of neurological problems.”
“Yes doctor, but I’m still not showing you my list.” I just shook my head at him.
Like Brad, my brother, Cole was in his fourth year of his surgical residency at Pittsburgh and considered to be one of the more advanced students. He thought that gave him the right to drop some theory on me every chance he got.
“Also, stress is more neuropsychological,” I added.
That was my input from Stanford. I wouldn’t dare be bold enough to challenge him in a knowledge war, but I still liked to show him I knew a thing or two.
He laughed at that. “Fine, baby, go make your new list.”
I’m glad he dropped the issue because there was no way in hell I was going to allow him to see my list.
It was actually a bucket list of things to do before I reached twenty-five.
Number one being to lose my virginity.
As we left the pizzeria last night Cole took me aside, told me the plan, and asked me to make a list. I was so stunned that I just grabbed the one list I’d had since I was sixteen, especially since going to Vegas was already on there.
We stepped out of the elevator and headed to our room.
Goosebumps lined my arms and a flush ran through my body when I saw the interior decor. The cream and burgundy decorations alone stole my breath away.
I froze at the doorway just staring in amazement. It looked exactly like something from a film. Or a magazine. It was the sort of amazing, lush, cosmopolitan suite I’d seen on shows like The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills or Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
I’m at the Bellagio, in the penthouse suite, with Cole Dawson.
I looked at him as he nodded his appreciation of the room.
“This works,” he said. When he saw my awestricken expression his eyes widened. “Laila don’t you dare cry.”
Too late. A sneaky tear had already slid down my cheek.
I wiped it away with the heel of my hand and put on a smile as he took hold of my shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy. This is nice of you.”
From the twinkle in his eyes, I could see he was more than glad I appreciated everything. He held my gaze and that spark made me want to stare longer.
“Princess, if I’d known I’d get this reaction from you we would have lived large every birthday.”
He wouldn’t know how much I wished he could mean that in a way where he wasn’t treating me as Brad’s sister. But it was nice all the same.
“That means a lot. I’m going to have to treat you with something better than what I had planned for your birthday,” I chuckled.
“Hmm, sounds like you already have something planned. Not much you can give a twenty-nine-year-old, you know.”
“I’ll give you something special.”
His cocky grin brightened. “That sounds cool. I like anything special. How about you get ready and we head out?”
The excitement returned in an instant and I clasped my hands together. “Yasss!”
“Wild, remember—no lace and frills.” That was a running joke he and Brad had that made me crazy ever since I was ten. Neither of them would allow me to forget how Mom put me in a dress that looked like she’d stolen it from a doll. Frills galore, so much lace, and ribbons in my hair.
I scowled. “Believe me, I won’t be dressing in anything of the sort.”
“Be ready in half an hour. The early bird gets the worm at the casinos.” One more wink and he walked away in that cool manner that oozed confidence
Oh my gosh…this is going to be quite the night.
I was ready in half an hour and dressed in a black sleek bodycon with my hair up in a messy bun.
I looked like I was ready for the runway and didn’t fail to notice the look Cole gave me when he first saw me. It was the look of admiration I got from most guys, but he just told me my dress would do, in that nonchalant way of his.
I took my triumph in the way he scanned over me when we got in the elevator.
One hour later saw us in the casino and I won my first ten grand. He lost twenty and was still ready to throw in more money. I had to drag him away to the next item I made on my new list.
I wanted to do tequila shots in the bar and get wasted. I’d never done that before. He, being well-versed in the art of getting what my grandpa would call “plastered,” knew exactly how to guide me.
We sat in a booth at the back of the bar and had ten shot glasses laid out before us.
I’d only had five and already felt a little tipsy.
“I don’t think you should have anymore,” he cautioned with a raised brow.
“Are you kidding? That’s the whole point of being wasted!”
“It’s just occurred to me how much shit I’ll be in if I actually get you drunk.”
I laughed. “It only just occurred to you?”
He frowned at that. “Laila, I’m serious. I can hold my liquor, but look at you, you’re looking all goggle-eyed at me like you’re gonna drop any second.”
I wasn’t. “That’s not fair. I wanted to get wasted and do something like jump in the fountain, or get arrested.” Okay, there was a chance I could be a little more than just tipsy.
He knew that straight away and shook his head. “Not on my watch. We’re not ending up in jail with a record.”
“I was joking…it’s just a figure of speech.”
“You look pretty serious to me,” he complained.
When he stood I frowned. “Oh come on Cole, we’re in Vegas.”
He held up one finger and inclined his head to the side. “Wine at the suite, but only if you tell me one thing on your original list.” He had a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Okay.” I smiled back, deciding I could tell him something safe from the list.
Since the hotel was a bit of a walk away we decided to enjoy the view of the strip. The cascade of colors was so vibrant that I found myself staring and committing it to memory. I also couldn’t hole back on taking pictures. By the time we got back to the hotel suite I must have taken over a hundred pictures just from the walk alone. Cole laughed at me the entire time.
We made our way into the living room and I sat on the long leather sofa while he walked over to the mini fridge.
“Good, we’re back and you can drink in a controlled environment so I don’t have to worry about anything happening to you.” He took out a bottle
of Pinot Noir and held it up. “One glass, but you give me one thing from the list first.”
I leaned onto the arm of the sofa and beamed back at him. “Sure.”
“Get the list, I want to make sure you don’t make any shit up.” Humor touched his lips.
My skin flushed. I didn’t expect him to ask me to get the list but it was okay, I’d play. I’d just hold off on a few of the things I had listed.
I retrieved the list from my jacket and sat back on the sofa.
He sat next to me and reached for the long-stemmed wine glass he had set out on the table next to the bottle.
“Alright, let’s hear it.” He motioned to the list in my hands. “First of all, what is the list of?” He motioned with his chin to my little pocket-sized notepad.
“I made a bucket list of stuff I wanted to do before I was twenty-five, that’s all.”
“Have you got twenty-five things?”
“No. I have fifteen so far. I figured these had to be really meaningful things, so I chose carefully and just added the Vegas stuff.” Honestly, I hadn’t added that much extra apart from the casino and the tequila shots. I figured that was enough.
“So, I’m about to get an item on the list that’s meaningful to you?”
“Yes.” I flicked to number ten and smiled. That was perhaps the safest option. “This is my number ten. I want to go to Venice and go to a real masquerade ball.”
He smiled at that and poured one full glass of the wine for himself and half for me.
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