Chapter 26
THEO
“–tongue depressors. Anything else?”
I blinked, then realized Verna had been talking to me. She even asked me a question. “Huh?”
I was leaning against the front desk, and I pushed off because I was slumping like a teenager.
She smiled. “Where did you just go, and can I join you on that trip?”
I wasn’t thinking about work. Or listening. It had been over twelve hours and I was still thinking about that blow job.
Holy fuck.
“Sorry, didn’t sleep great.” Grabbing the business cards from the little stand, I fiddled with them, then stuck them back.
That was a complete and total lie. I slept like a fucking baby. That was what having the cum sucked from your balls did to a guy.
“Mmmhmm,” she said, eyeing me skeptically. One week in and she knew my signs.
“You only had one cup of coffee, you didn’t mind handling the three-year-old with hives or Mrs. Krase and her incessant chatter.”
“Kids aren’t that bad, and Mrs. Krase is lonely and only wants to visit.”
Her mouth dropped open a bit, watching me as I moved the laminated school calendar, used to schedule appointments around kids’ days off, to the right a few inches.
“Kids aren’t bad?” she asked with a stunned look. “You know why Mrs. Krase keeps coming in?”
I shrugged. “I don’t want any kids of my own, but it seems they just want to have fun all the time. And not itch. What’s wrong with that? The same probably goes for Mrs. Krase as well. The fun part. Well, probably the itching, too.”
She blinked. “You’re probably right,” she said warily, wondering if I’d been possessed by not a demon, but maybe the tooth fairy or something else bright and sparkly.
The phone rang and she turned to answer it but spun back.
“Oh, Mac called. He said you’re having lunch with him and the daytime crew.
Noon. Your leftover beef stew can hold until tomorrow and I gave Jeff your one o’clock so you don’t have to rush back. ”
I left her to tackle the call since she seemed to be organizing not only my work schedule but what I ate for lunch and who I ate it with.
Verna was a boss bitch.
The other boss? Mac. I wondered what he had in store for me today.
Burning building rescue? Trapped in an air duct?
All a part of small town life. It was like that satellite channel my mother always talked about, with the small town a big city doctor returned to and fell in love.
Small town life wasn’t that bad. Kids? Not horrible.
People? I could tolerate them conscious.
Especially Mallory. And her hot, talented, ruthless mouth.
I wouldn’t call a blow job romantic, but I sure as hell would be up for another.
She and I kissed for a while after that out of body experience. On the mouth. Just kissing as I got my brain cells back. Or regrew new synapses since mine had been blown along with my dick.
There had been no reciprocation, me getting my mouth back on Mallory’s perfect pussy and making her scream my name and every swear word she refused to say, because I’d gotten a call from Jeff.
I’d answered because I thought it might have been about a patient–and I’d had a decade of responding to pages and calls, every one of them critical–but it was a last-minute invitation to dinner.
I wanted to say no, but Verna would have wanted a legit reason for turning the offer down.
Fooling around with Mallory wouldn’t cut it and I didn’t want to explain what the two of us were up to. Even I didn’t know.
With my brain fried, I hadn’t been able to think of anything but saying yes. So Mallory and her pussy were traded for double servings of Verna’s infamous beef stew. It had been delicious, but not what I’d wanted to put in my mouth.
Sticking her head in the office, London said, “Patient in room two is ready.”
“Thanks.”
I pulled out my phone and sent Mallory a quick text.
My place again. Six. This time I get to eat.
I didn’t expect her to reply since she was working, so I left my cell on my desk.
As I slung my stethoscope around my neck, I envisioned her surrounded by kids in short little chairs singing songs or coloring pictures.
A completely different–and far more innocent–mental picture than the one from last night of her on her knees, my cock buried in her throat and her finger in my–
Now I was hard. Fuck!