by Rebecca Lynn
TIFF: Just for the record, I don’t care to have u dictate how I manage my affairs, Doctor. Just saying.
So there. She may have wanted him to the point of pain, but he wasn’t going to tell her –. She turned her head, his response text coming in quickly.
DREW: Some people need a little help managing their affairs, Ms. Daniels.
Ass!
TIFF: Excuse me? Look who’s talking, Doc.
Such nerve. Jerk.
DREW: Had I known u wanted me to manage my affairs differently, I would have.
Her heart beat a little faster at that. Another text came in almost immediately.
DREW: Regardless, my affairs are over. And your affairs are what I’m talking about at the moment.
She didn’t know how to respond to that.
DREW: One week, Daniels.
She’d felt the ripple of heat course through her.
TIFF: Arrogance, Dr. Huntington.
DREW: Seven days is all you have.
She didn’t know how to respond to that one either.
TIFF: I don’t like your DNA.
DREW: U will. I’ll make sure of it.
She didn’t write back after that. Instead, she stewed, mulling over and over in her head how she wanted the week to play out. She could certainly wait for the fundraiser for him to make his move. But she had a different thought in mind.
What would it be like...if she went after him? What would it look like if she finally ruffled those damn steady feathers of his? That constant patient air he always had about him? She would love to see him go off the rails. Could she do that to him?
A plan began to form in her mind causing a smile to curl her lips; a smile only a woman on a mission could have.
Screw him coming after her. She was changing up his plan. She was going after Dr. Drew Huntington...and with a vengeance.
……
It was Thursday night, two days before the fundraiser, and Tiffany had worked like a crazy woman to get all of the details for the event completed by that night. She had set up the security, called the press and sat for interviews, got her RSVPs in and finalized everything with Janie and Ayanna. Everything was set so she could focus on the most important personal decision she’d made in years.
Tonight was the night she was going to be ready for another event. She was finally going to make her move and if she played her hand right, she was hoping to see Dr. Drew slowly unravel in the coming hour. It was only fair since he’d unraveled her all week long.
Starting on Sunday, she began receiving notes with corresponding objects sent by courier. Sunday’s was delivered to her apartment and the note had said Day One. With it was a doctor’s pamphlet on the anatomy of an eye. She’d had no idea what it meant, but became aroused unexplainably. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize he had been trying to send her a message. She just hadn’t known what it was.
On Monday, the next delivery was made to the warehouse. The note said Day Two, and with that note he’d sent a small framed paper with artistically scattered words written in calligraphy. All of the words were in different languages, but the one thing they had in common was the meaning of the words. They all translated into the word ‘want’.
A pamphlet on eyes, and a framed piece of paper with the word ‘want’. It clicked just as she was falling asleep that night. It was the beginning of the message. I want...
She didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Tuesday’s note said Day Three and was accompanied by two purple orchids. They were gorgeous, but before she could appreciate their beauty, her mind began moving in a hundred different directions. ‘I want flowers’? ‘I want orchids’? ‘I want purple’? There were two of them. I want two of something? Or maybe it was just ‘I want to...’?
Wednesday was Day Four and the only thing that was in the envelope with the note was the famous swoosh belonging to the sport’s brand demanding that people everywhere were to ‘just do it’. When she got home that night, she had laid it next to the growing number of objects on her dining table.
I want to...just do it? Or I want to do...?
She bit her lip to stop the giggles in her chest. He was certainly a creative man, and she couldn’t wait to see what it was he wanted to do.
That answer had come that morning, and by then she’d been in quite a state. She’d already been planning her own seduction, but after she opened the small package delivered to the warehouse that afternoon, it pushed her into full gear.
The message was succinct and straight forward, and left her no doubt what the good doctor wanted to do. Or perhaps she should start calling him the bad doctor. After all, receiving a copy of the Kama Sutra in the midst of contractors and security guards was enough to make her blood flow hot.
She’d thought about him all week, his surety of himself, his confidence of her ending her relationship with Todd. She’d even talked it over with the girls, all of whom happily put in their two cents.
She’d made a point not to contact him, wanting him to sweat a little. It killed her, the arousal building each day, but she was determined to wait until she was done with the details of the fundraiser, allowing her the time to execute her plan of seduction.
And that time was tonight.
She took her time and showered, shaved, lotioned, then put on a dark pink lacy thong and walked topless to the kitchen for a glass of wine. Once it was poured, she headed back to her bedroom and after a couple of minutes of gathering her nerve, she grabbed her phone and looked at the time. It was past ten in the evening. She knew his rounds were usually over by this time, so she could only hope she didn’t have to wait too long. Biting her lip, she began typing.
TIFF: I’ve been getting strange packages in the mail all week. I might need to call Mike to investigate.
She put the phone down on the pillow and waited...and she didn’t have too long to wait.
DREW: Interesting. What are the notes and packages about?
TIFF: I think it’s a stalker. It seems this person wants to do something to me. Today’s package was a doozy.
She smiled and waited.
DREW: Perhaps this person is trying to send a message. What is it, do u think?
TIFF: Apparently he wants to try some things that are a little, shall we say, naughty.
Tiffany couldn’t believe she was about to do what she was about to do. She smiled and gnawed on her lip, lying back onto the bed pillows, allowing the coolness of the sheets to soothe her skin. She lay with just her panties on, letting her fingers stroke over her stomach. The rings in her nipples pulled as the skin around the nubs tightened. She brought her fingers to one of her nipples and played with the ring. Letting out a decadent sigh, she imagined how his strong fingers would feel.
Her hips began to pump of their own accord and she let her legs drop open further. She’d been wet so many times this week, she’d lost count.
DREW: Hm. Do u feel safe? Maybe u shouldn’t be alone.
A giddiness welled up inside her, her body now flushed with excitement.
TIFF: Maybe I shouldn’t.
Who knew she had this vixen inside her? Knowing that he wanted her, made her want to come out and play. She continued playing with the ring, feeling like someone had zapped her nipples and clitoris with an electrical current. The sizzling feel of arousal raced through her and she felt the wetness pool once again in her thong. A couple of moments passed.
Her phone rang. She looked at it and saw that it was Drew. Smiling, she answered.
“Hello?” Her voice was breathy.
“Hello, Ms. Daniels.” His voice was steady. The man was always so damn steady. She couldn’t wait to change that.
“Hi Doc. Where are you?” she purred.
There was silence for a moment, then, “I just left the hospital. Where are you?” His voice had taken on a quality she wasn’t used to hearing from him. It was soft and sultry for sure, but this time it had an added bite to it. A sexy bite.
“On my bed.�
�� She smiled and waited.
Another moment of silence passed. Finally, she heard him clearing his throat. “Hm, well, that’s a very enjoyable image you’ve put in my mind, Ms. Daniels.”
She smiled. “I’m feeling a little lightheaded this evening.”
“You are?” He sounded concerned. “Are you okay?” he asked, switching into doctor mode.
Her finger took a smooth trip from the top of her collar bone down to her belly button. “Mm.” She left it at that and let him in wonder.
“Seriously, what’s wrong?”
I need you to get your ass over here pronto, that’s what’s wrong. She choked back a laugh, her voice taking on a sultry tone. “I think I may be in need of a doctor.”
His breathing came through over the phone, then, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m definitely feeling a little feverish.” There were sounds in the background, muffled voices, then he returned back to the phone.
His voice turned intimate, so low that she had to strain to hear him. “I would suggest taking off your clothes and cooling down a little. Maybe grab a wash cloth and wet it, run it over your body. That will help with lowering your body temperature.” His voice whispered to her.
She heard more noises in the background, but she couldn’t decipher what they were. Wow. This was really happening. She let go of a nervous laugh, then sighed. Putting him on speaker phone, she left the phone on the pillow by her ear. Her fingers now ran over both rings in her nipples and a moan escaped. She coughed slightly to cover it up. “That sounds like good medicine. I’ve already taken off my clothes, so hopefully that will help.” She let a smile play on her lips while waiting for his response.
“I’m sure it will,” he murmured, then cleared his throat.
She was beginning to think that his constant steadiness was now being disrupted.
“When you see your doctor, he can check you over to make sure that fever of yours is in under control, check to see if your heartbeat is normal. Did you know that there are several places on the body where you can check for your pulse?”
More noise in the background and some shuffling sounds came through. Then keeping one hand on her nipple, she stroked the other down between her legs. She pushed up into her fingers, listening to his voice.
A sound escaped from her throat.
“The most common place is on the side of your neck,” he said, coaxing her.
She ran her hand up from her breast to her neck and felt herself there. “I can feel it. It’s beating really fast.”
“We need to calm you down. Take some deep breaths with me.”
She breathed in deeply and allowed his voice to move around her.
“Slow down your heartbeat. Take another breath, then check the inside of your wrist.” He waited a moment giving her some time, then said, “How are you feeling now?”
Her hand skated down from her neck, down her arm to her wrist, where her pulse fluttered like a trapped butterfly. “Still really fast. Like my heart’s about to explode from my chest.”
“Hm. We might need to feel for those other pulse points while we bring you down a little. Listen closely to my voice,” he spoke softly. “Put your hand on your heart and breathe deeply again.” He sounded like he was slightly out of breath.
She smiled, knowing he was now playing with her. Having delicious phone sex would certainly rev her up while she waited...and hoped...for him to arrive. Maybe she wouldn’t be as nervous with him this way. She took a deep breath.
“That’s it. Breathe slowly. Move your hand from your heart over to your shoulder.” Her hand played around her torso and stroked lightly over to her arm, teasing at the skin. “Now, slowly bring it down your bicep to the inside of your elbow. Let your fingers press lightly there. Can you feel your heartbeat there?”
She did as he instructed until her skin was practically shooting sparks it was so sensitized. She tickled the inside of her elbow and realized it was an undiscovered erogenous zone, and it caused a zap to go straight to her loins.
“Yes. But I don’t know if it’s calming me down,” she whispered, feeling her blood flow sluggishly throughout as his voice and her fingers teased her closer to climax. “My reaction is quite the opposite.”
“We have a couple more places we need to check, Ms. Daniels. Make sure both hands are free while you feel for the next one.”
I’m way ahead of you there, Doc.
“I’m ready,” she practically whimpered.
“Good,” his voice soothed. “Now let your hands drift down to your hip bones.” She heard a car honk in the background.
Her legs were already open. Hearing his voice was making her skin vibrate sweetly. She was so ready for him and still couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Then down your thighs, nice and slowly,” he continued.
She did, feeling the crackle of excitement from her nerve endings.
“There’s a pulse point right behind your knee. Run your hands up the backs of your thighs and gently pull your knees back.” He was speaking quietly, intensely. “Let your hands rest behind your knees.”
She lifted her knees toward her chest and ran her fingers up the backs of her thighs feeling her heart pounding in that very spot. She opened her legs wider, her thong now sliding deliciously against her clit.
“What do you feel?”
“Heat,” she whispered.
“Mm, you’re still warm,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “What’s your heartbeat doing?”
“It’s really fast.”
“There is one more place we can check, Ms. Daniels, but I think maybe your doctor should be the one to feel your pulse there. It can be a little tricky to find.” She heard the quiet smile in his voice.
“I think I can find it, but you may need to help me, Doctor.”
“Well, then. Let’s see what we can do,” he said like an indulgent instructor. “Tell me where your legs are right now,” he said softly.
“They’re open,” she purred.
“That’s perfect,” he said quietly. “You want to run your hands gently down the inside of your thighs starting from your knees. Not too fast.”
She smiled, as her fingers tickled down her thighs.
“Are you doing it?” She heard dinging sounds in the background. God, please be nearby. Could people hear what he was saying to her?
“Yeah,” she breathed out. “It feels really good.”
“Mm. Your doctor may need to check that out, make sure you’re doing it right.”
She chuckled. “I’m looking forward to that examination.”
“Are you?”
“Very much,” she breathed out.
“That’s good to know.”
Just then her doorbell rang.
“Shit,” she exclaimed and almost squealed. The truth of what might be happening was settling into her psyche and she catapulted up off the bed to grab her robe.
“I think there’s someone at your door.”
“Drew?”
“Answer the door, Daniels.”
Oh my God.
She grabbed her phone, now blushing from the roots of her hair to the bottoms of her toes, her body still vibrating with unleashed passion as she stumbled to her front door completely out of breath. She leaned forward to look out the peephole and there stood Drew, glaring at the door, the phone to his ear.
“Open the door, Tiff.”
She unlocked the door and stepped back to open it, her robe loosely tied around her body.
Drew stood in the doorway, wearing jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt with his leather jacket on. His eyes slowly moved down her body and she felt every inch of his gaze as if it were a caress. By the time his eyes traveled back up to the top of her body and collided with hers, he dropped his phone in his pocket then stalked into her foyer, causing her to back up even more. Keeping his intense eyes pinned to hers, he closed the door behind him, flipping the lock.
She couldn’t contain the lust on her face, standing the
re in her short and silky red robe. Calming down her breathing wasn’t in the cards at that moment, and this time she actually did feel a little lightheaded watching him stand before her, his own breathing erratic and his nostrils flared.
He looked dangerous as he walked forward, tearing his jacket off and dropping it to the floor. Stopping in front of her, he looked down into her eyes. “I thought I’d make a house call.”
He didn’t wait another second and pushed his hands into her hair, angling her head up to look into his eyes. He didn’t kiss her, he didn’t speak. He just looked into her eyes.
She touched his hand and he began rubbing his fingers at the bottom of her skull, interlacing them into her hair. She stood before him in her short robe, naked but for that fabric and her thong separating them, and she seriously felt like a woman on the brink, her thoughts a complete jumble. All she could do was feel, feel his hands, feel his breath, feel his heat, feel his body so close to hers. She met his eyes and whispered his name.
He slammed his mouth to hers and began to methodically and sweetly devour her.
She let out a sound and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, her body now rubbing decadently against his, the slide of the silk against her skin lighting up every nerve ending. She felt the wall at her back as his tongue plunged into her mouth and his lips sucked at her bottom lip.
“Drew,” she whimpered while his mouth worked at hers and his hands stroked up her robed ribcage.
“You like to tease me, Daniels? You want to see what happens, is that it?”
He bent his knees and let his torso press and slide up her body. A growl escaped from the back of his throat, his lips biting at hers, re-angling his mouth over and over as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
She wanted to laugh with joy at how wonderful it was to feel him against her, his goatee lightly scratching her chin. Her hands went to his head to grip his short hair while his mouth moved to her neck and sucked.
He brought his hand up her ribs and rubbed the backs of his knuckles on the side of her breast.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured into her ear, his hand now going higher. She ground her core into him and he groaned, moving his fingers closer to her nipple. “I’m dying to touch you.”
