Billionaire Temptations: Rich, Ruthless & Obsessed

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Emily

When I strolled into the shop around nine-thirty, Katie was already there, even though she didn’t have to be until ten.

“You’re early,” I spoke.

“And you’re glowing.” She smirked. “I take it last night went well.”

Setting my purse behind the counter, I smiled at her.

“It went very well. I really like hanging out with him.”

“You mean having sex with him,” she spoke.

“That too, but I like being around him. He’s a great guy. Do you know what he’s doing?”

“What?”

“He’s throwing his sister a surprise birthday party because she had to work a double shift on their birthday, and he said she deserved one.”

“Damn. He is a nice guy. Wait a minute.” She glared at me. “You’re falling for him.”

I let out a light laugh. “I am not. I do like him, though, and I enjoy his company. We’re friends, and that’s it.”

“Friends with benefits.” She smirked.

“So what? A lot of people have friends with benefits.”

“And what if he has more friends with benefits?”

“I don’t think he does, but if he did, what could I do about that? We aren’t in a re—” I stuttered.

“A relationship? Come on, Emily, you can say the word.”

I wasn’t talking about this anymore with her, so I changed the subject.

“How are you and Alex doing?”

“We’re good.”

“Has he gotten the results back from the bar exam yet?”

“Not yet. But I’m sure he passed. So how did you and Jackson leave things this morning?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you kiss goodbye? Did he say he’d call you? Did you set up another date?”

“He did kiss me goodbye. He didn’t say he’d call, and we have not set up another date.” I walked into the backroom, and she followed.

“So, you just have to sit and wait around to see if he shows up again or what?”

“I guess so. Anyway, I got an email this morning from some guy from Match. He wants to meet. He’s a gynecologist, divorced for two years, thirty-two years old, and no kids.”

“Are you going to meet him?”

“Probably not. I’m not ready to deal with all the man drama again.”

Her eyes narrowed at me for a moment.

“Are you sure it’s not because of Jackson?”

“Trust me. It’s not because of Jackson. Speaking of gynecology, I have an appointment today at one o’clock.”

“For?” she asked.

“Refill on my pills and exam.”

“Better you than me. I hate going there.”

I laughed as I walked to the front of the store, unlocked the door, and opened for business.

When I walked into Dr. Grey’s office, the receptionist, Noreen informed me that Dr. Grey was at the hospital delivering a baby, so his associate, Dr. Williams, would perform my exam. I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with that since I had never met him.

“I didn’t know Dr. Grey had an associate,” I spoke.

“He just brought Dr. Williams on three months ago.”

“I see. Okay then.” I smiled as I took a seat in the waiting area.

I really had no choice. I was down to my last pill and needed the refill ASAP. I wasn’t about to compromise my birth control because Dr. Grey was off delivering a baby.

“Emily.” The nurse opened the door with a smile.

I got up from my chair and followed her into room three, set down my purse, and climbed on the table.

“So, you’re here for your exam and a refill on birth control pills. Correct?”

“Yes.”

“Did the front desk tell you that Dr. Williams will perform your exam today?”

“Yes.”

“Great. You’ll like him. He’s very nice and very good-looking.” She smiled. “You can go ahead and put on this gown, and he’ll be in shortly. He’s just finishing up with another patient.”

“Thank you.” I took the gown from her.

After stripping out of my clothes, I climbed back on the table and looked around the room as I nervously waited for Dr. Williams to come in. It didn’t matter how many times I’d been here; I was still always nervous. And now, to find out he was good-looking made it worse.

There was a light knock on the door, and a man’s voice asked if it was okay to come in.

“Yes,” I replied.

When the door opened, and Dr. Williams walked in, I gasped. Shit. Shit. Shit. He was young, hot, and he would be checking out my private parts.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Williams.” He grinned and then took a step back and narrowed his eye at me—a sick feeling formed in the pit of my stomach. “You look very familiar. Have we met before?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

Trust me, if I had met him before, I would have remembered, unless it was one drunken night. He stood about six feet tall, with tanned skin, short black perfectly styled hair, and bright blue eyes.

“I swear I’ve seen you before.” He looked down at my chart and then back up at me. “Well, this is awkward.”

“What’s awkward?” I asked with nervousness so deep I felt like I could vomit at any moment.

“I do believe I sent you an email asking you to go out.”

“Oh, hell no. You’re the Match guy?”

“Yes.” He nervously laughed.

“You’re right. This is awkward. You do realize that we can’t go out now, right? Because you’ll be all down there, in my personal space, checking me out, and it’s just weird.”

“I agree. It’s nice to meet you, Emily, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“Nice to meet you too, Dr. Williams.” I bit down on my bottom lip.

“Are you having any problems that I should know about?”

“No.”

“And you’re sexually active?” he asked in a professional manner.

“Umm. Yes.”

He gave me a small smile. “I’ll go call in the nurse, and we’ll get started.”

I wasn’t sure if I could go through with this. He was too handsome. At least Dr. Grey was an old man. To think, I could have gone on a date with him. Dr. Williams and the nurse entered the room, and I lay on the table with my feet in the stirrups.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he approached me.

“I’m fine. Let’s get this over with.”

He talked to me throughout the exam as if we were on a date—asking me questions about my job and my hobbies. Once the exam was over, he helped me up and wrote out a script for my birth control pills. Suddenly, I had a thought.

“Dr. Williams, how would you like to go on a double date?”

He looked up from his script pad and arched his brow.

“What do you mean?”

“I know someone whom I think you would really like. She’s fun, driven, successful, and she’s gorgeous.”

“Now you have me intrigued. Is she a friend of yours?”

“Yes, and her name is Evelyn. She’s a fashion designer.”

“And you wouldn’t feel awkward, considering I just gave you an exam?”

“Nah. I’d be fine with it as long as you would?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I’d like to meet Evelyn.”

“Great.” I smiled as I got up from the table, reached into my purse, and pulled out my phone. “Give me your number.”

After he rattled it off and I typed it into my phone, I set it up for Friday night at seven o’clock.

“I’ll text you the restaurant when I figure it out.”

“Sounds good. I’ll put it in my calendar.” He grinned as he handed me my script. “Have a good day, Miss Wade, and I look forward to Friday night.”

“You too, Dr. Williams.”

Before walking out the door, he turned and looked at me. “It’s Dylan.”