12. Skylar #2
The text from Aries, after wanting to jump through the phone and smack Chivy, was very much welcomed.
The fact that he was asking for permission for something had me turned on like all get out.
The fact that he was such a controlled man, but seemed to freely release control to me did not go unnoticed.
Dr. Arrogant: I don't know, Counselor. You seemed pretty firm about me staying put. I wouldn't want to upset you.
I bit my lip, trying to ignore the way my body responded to his deference.
What was it about this man's willingness to yield to me that drove me wild?
I'd spent most of my adult life fighting to be taken seriously, to have my authority respected—especially by men like Aries who were used to being in charge.
And now that I had it, the power was intoxicating.
Me: All surgeries complete?
Dr. Arrogant: Just finished the last one. All successful, in case you were wondering.
Me: You can leave the O.R. floor. But use the service elevator and come to my office. I don’t want you to get caught by any lingering press.
Dr. Arrogant: Yes, ma'am. I have to wrap up some post op notes, and then I’ll be right there. Tell me, though… do I get to go home with you too?
I had to put my phone down. That simple question had my stomach in flips. I didn’t need to be focused on going home with Aries. I needed to be focused on the mountain of work in front of me.
Dr. Arrogant: Is that a no?
Me: No.
Dr. Arrogant: No, I can’t come home with you, or no that wasn’t a no.
Me: Didn’t you have post op notes to get to ?
Dr. Arrogant: I do.
Me: Then go do that.
I set my phone down with the intention of ignoring Aries until he arrived at my office. Of course, I was going to let him come home with me and fuck me into oblivion, but I liked keeping him on edge.
“Skylar?” Leslie called, peeking her head into my office.
“What’s up?” I asked. She looked like whatever she was about to say was going to annoy me.
“Hospital administration is on the line.”
“I don’t have time for them right now,” I muttered.
“I tried to set them up for a conference call tomorrow, but they requested to personally speak with you.
“Fine. Patch them through.”
Leslie walked back to her desk and my desk phone immediately started ringing.
“This is Skylar Wise.”
“Ms. Wise. This is Cynthia Mahoney. I just wanted to call you and complement you on a great press conference today. You did very well. I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I would like to get on your calendar for later this week to get an update on the game plan.
Dr. Yerba is a great doctor, and with anyone else I would be worried about these allegations, but he’s kept a pristine reputation, and I believe in him. ”
“That’s really great to hear, Cynthia. I’m glad that the hospital is committed to standing behind Dr. Yerba. I am committed to him as well.”
Just then, I looked up from my computer and Aries was leaned against my door, staring me down, and listening to my conversation.
Ugh! He had to catch me saying good things.
“Cynthia, I have to go. Something just came up. I’ll have Leslie schedule a meeting later this week.”
After I hung up the phone, I pretended like there were other important things on my desk that needed my attention.
“I know you saw me standing here,” Aries spoke.
“I did. I didn’t know you needed acknowledgment.” There was something about getting under his skin that got me going. He got under my skin for so long—it was time to turn them tables!
"You're right," he said, pushing off the doorframe and walking into my office, closing the door behind him. "I don't need acknowledgment for existing. But I do need acknowledgment for following your orders like a good little doctor."
The way he emphasized 'good little doctor' with that smirk on his face had me rolling my eyes. I set down my pen and leaned back in my chair, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism even though my body was betraying me.
"You did follow orders well," I mocked commended, watching as he approached my desk. "How does it feel to take direction instead of giving it?"
"Depends on who's giving the directions," he replied, his voice dropping to that low register that made my pulse quicken.
He stopped in front of my desk; his hands braced on the edge as he leaned toward me.
"Some people I’d ignore. Others..." He paused, staring me down, but not finishing his statement.
The pause caused the air between us to be filled with tension. It was sexual tension that was driving me crazy. Finally, I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. "Others what?"
"Others make it... interesting."
The tension continued, and the air in my office felt thick, charged with the same electricity that had consumed us Saturday night.
I was losing the tight grip on my control, but the way he was looking at me—like he wanted to devour me right here on my desk—was making it difficult to think straight and maintain control over anything.
"Aries," I warned, glancing toward my closed door. "We're at work."
"I know where we are," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"But that doesn't change the fact that I've been thinking about you all day. About Saturday night. About the way you felt underneath me. And I’m still waiting for an answer on if I can go home with you tonight, and repeat it all again. "
My breath caught in my throat, and I felt heat pooling between my thighs. This man was going to be the death of my professional reputation.
"You can't say things like that,” I told him, trying to get ahold of my lust.
“Why not? I agreed to let you have the control, but I’m still going to speak my mind. And when you’re ready for me to take the control out of your hands, I’ll show you you can put your full trust in me and follow my lead.”
“This is all happening so fast. Shit, what exactly is happening?” I asked.
“Whatever you want to happen. I can tell you what I want to happen.”
“What’s that?”
“For you to be able to have everything you want and be the man to give it to you.”
Just the thought of having that made my heart skip a beat. I had yet to meet a man who saw me. Here was Aries, looking straight through me, accepting what he saw, and wanting me because of it. He was basically telling me that he saw my flaws as strengths, and it made me want him even more.
“Let’s get out of here,” I told Aries as I stood and collected my things.”
When I walked around my desk, Aries closed the gap between us.
“You’re going to have to let me get by so we can leave,” I told him.
He just stood there, looking down at me.
“What?” I asked, tilting my head up to look him in the eye.
Instead of answering, Aries leaned down and kissed me.
I don’t know what I expected, but the soft, sensitive touch was not what I was expecting. Saturday night was filled with so much passion, that this tender connection took me by surprise.
When Aries pulled back, he continued to stare at me without saying a word.
“Really? What?”
He let out a low chuckle. “You’re beautiful as hell, you know that?”
“That’s so random,” I told him.
“Can you just accept a compliment?”
I wanted to argue, but instead I let the feeling that I rarely experienced with men wash over me.
"Fine," I said, feeling warmth spread through my chest. "Thank you."
"There we go," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Was that so hard?"
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't suppress the smile tugging at my lips. "Don't push it, Dr. Yerba."
He stepped aside, gesturing toward the door with an exaggerated bow. "After you, Counselor."
I grabbed my briefcase and headed for the door, hyperaware of his presence behind me.
I tried to process everything that had happened between us in such a short time.
Three days ago, Aries Yerba was nothing more than an arrogant surgeon who irritated the hell out of me.
Now he was... what exactly? I wasn't sure I was ready to define it yet.
As we walked through the outer office, I caught Leslie's knowing look and felt my cheeks heat up. The mixture of how I felt inside, and knowing that Leslie definitely wasn’t slow, I totally knocked off my square.
"I'll be working from home for the rest of the day," I told her, trying to sound professional despite the fact that Aries was practically radiating sexual energy beside me.
"Of course," Leslie replied with a barely contained smirk. “The day is practically over anyway.”
It was the wink at the end that had me rubbing at the back of my neck in embarrassment.
“Good night, Leslie,” Aries called to Leslie.
“Goodnight, Dr. Yerba. Have a good rest of your evening.”
I gave Leslie the side eye. She was being smart.
As we walked out of the hospital, I couldn't help but notice how Aries' presence affected me. My heart raced at his closeness, and I suddenly felt like a teenager again—that same girl who had watched him from the bleachers, dreaming of a moment just like this.
"My car or yours?" I asked as we reached the parking garage.
"I'll follow you," Aries replied, his voice deep and smooth. "That way we both have our cars in the morning."
The way he said it—with absolute certainty that he'd be spending the night—should have annoyed me. But instead, a thrill ran through me at his confidence. This man knew what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was me.
The drive home was torturous. Every red light felt like an eternity as I checked my rearview mirror to see Aries' black truck behind me.
My mind raced with anticipation, with questions about what we were doing, where this was going.
I had spent years building walls, and they were crumbling faster than a group of five-year-olds playing Jenga.
I damn near jumped out of my skin when my phone rang through the car speakers. I looked at the screen and knew I couldn’t ignore my dad any longer.
“Hey, Daddy,” I spoke after hitting the button on my steering wheel.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be on T.V.? I could have recorded it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Dad, it wasn’t that serious. It was a standard press conference.”
“Let me be happy that I saw my baby girl on my T.V. screen.”
I really didn’t have time for my dad. He’d go on and on if I let him.
“Dad, I still have a busy evening. Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Fine. I guess… go be a busy attorney.”
I laughed. If only he knew what I was really about to do. Nothing about my busy evening had anything to do with being an attorney. More like I was about to get my back blown the fuck out.
“Love you. Talk to you tomorrow.”
I hung up, feeling a little bad that I just lied to my dad, but he’ll be okay.
By the time I pulled onto my block, my nerves hit me again, and I didn’t know why because we’ve already spent a night together. For some reason, I felt like tonight would be different.
I pulled into my garage, and left the door open, just in case Aries wanted to pull in beside me. When I got out of my car, I noticed he settled for parking on the parking pad, on the opposite side of my car.
I watched as he got out of his car, enthralled by the power he possessed. It was intoxicating.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you look good as hell. I should be asking you what exactly it is that we’re doing, but all I really want to do is lead you inside and maybe take you up on your offer from Saturday night to lay me out on my kitchen counter.”
“We can definitely do both, but I nominate laying you out and eating your pussy first, then talking about us after, with the taste of you still on my lips.”
Well alright. I could get behind that.
“Dr. Aries Yerba, let me find out you’re one nasty ass muthafucka.”
“For you Skylar Wise, Esquire, I’ll be as nasty as you want me to be. I promise I get pleasure from pleasuring you.”
“You say all the right things,” I told him.
“I say all the things I mean. Don’t ever think I’m playing games. I say what I mean and mean what I say. I’m too damn old for anything else.”
I reached for his hand and pulled him in the house. “We’re supposed to be talking later.”
“Lead the way,” Aries told me, then stopped. “Matter of fact…” he said then lifted me in his arms and carried me inside.
My legs naturally wrapped around him, and it felt like that’s where they were supposed to be.