by Dark Angel
“Well, I’m here now,” Elia says. Despite me teasing her again, I can tell she’s done with the flirting portion of our conversation.
Well, she thinks she is.
Elia’s moving away from me. Probably too scared of what I’ll say next. She has a fucking answer for everything and I find it sexy as hell. I should stay away from teasing her, but I’m already hooked on getting to know her and hearing more of her sassy comebacks.
“Your accent.” She points at my lips and then flips her dark hair.
Mmm, maybe she isn’t done flirting after all.
“It’s not from here. It’s a Yankee accent.” Elia narrows her eyes at me again, but this time she’s smiling, and she’s teasing me all over again.
I nod my head.
Elia cocks her head to the side. “Now, tell me, Dr. Bookstore, why would someone from New York want to buy a store in Texas? It just makes no sense.”
I lean closer to Elia, expecting her to move away from me.
She doesn’t.
“Maybe you won’t make it through the new company’s payroll, then,” I say just to mess with her. “After all, you have difficulty coming to work on time, which isn’t fair to all the other employees. Is it?” Not that I’ve never been late a day in my life, but punctuality is something I look for in people that work for me. I can see it bothers her that she’s late, though. I sort of moved beyond teasing with this one, and I wonder if I have gone too far.
Elia doesn’t move back an inch. “Maybe I have better plans. I can think of doing something more interesting than working for a fidget spinner owner.” I see her breath catch in her throat.
Elia wants to have the last word and I let her get away with it, and not just because I’m loving watching her walk away.
I watch her walk right out of the store.
Damn, this girl is kind of a wild, crazy mess. I want to know where she's going…
Elia
My eyes narrow at Eric. Why is he still hanging around in the bookstore? Surely he must have better things to do than hang around all day here. Besides, I saw his Rolex watch when he looked at the time earlier. He’s rich. And a doctor. Surely he’s got patients or basically anything else to do but bug me.
“Is there anything else you wanted?” I ask. “If you’re done, I should probably get to work.” I want him to go...but I feel that odd tinge in my stomach where I kinda also want him to stay. Ugh!
His eyebrows go up. “Well, actually, there were a few things. But you’re late anyway, so I don’t want to keep you.”
God, he keeps going on about that!
He smiles politely, but I can see the mirth in his eyes. I grind my teeth in annoyance.
“It doesn’t happen all the time.”
“Is it a rare thing? How often are you late in a month?”
“Hardly at all.” I don’t give him an exact figure. I haven’t got a clue what that figure is, in all honesty. To save face, I blurt out, “And if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but I walk away quickly.
I dart around the store. It’s quiet, which is nothing new. Eric finds something to distract himself, and I use the opportunity to walk to the back and call Ryan. I’m going to find out what’s going on. He never told me about a new owner.
I pull out my phone and dial, putting the phone to my ear when I hear it start to ring. “Ryan. It’s me, Elia,” I whisper as I continue to watch Eric like a hawk.
“Hi,” says Ryan, and he sounds flustered.
I decide to get to the point instead of beating around the bush.
“I just spoke to this...doctor named Eric, and he says that he’s buying the store.”
Ryan clears his throat. “That’s right. I’m not too sure about it, in all honesty, Elia. You know as well as I do that the store’s in trouble. Big trouble. Maybe if you spoke to him you could figure it all out. I just can’t work out what to do next.”
“What do you mean?” Ryan has leaned on me before, because I’m not always a super late loser who flirts with strange men, I swear! But Ryan’s nerves have me suspicious of this whole deal. More suspicious than I already was.
He laughs nervously. “There’s no hiding the fact that the store’s in trouble. I don’t know what to do with it. That’s why I always talk to you, Elia. I know you care. And this guy wants to buy the store, but not for what it’s worth.”
“Maybe he hasn’t seen the books,” I mumble, but I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It just came out that way. I can’t decide if I’ve just been super rude to the current owner and the new owner in one blow, or made a good point -- maybe both -- because I hear Ryan perk up.
“Exactly! And he doesn’t want to see them. He just wants to buy the place sight practically unseen, though obviously he came in today. There’s something not right, Elia, and let’s face it. The store’s in trouble. But I’m feeling a bit sentimental about it all. My parents owned this place and they passed it on to me. Even though selling probably makes sense, and it isn’t an unfair offer, I just don’t know if I can sell my parents’ dream.”
I know the full story about his parents’ dream for the place. They died before they could really do everything they wanted to with the store. The store was different back then. Back before there were Kindle devices and digital readers. That’s what Ryan claims is the reason for the store’s downfall: the rise of the Internet booksellers and digital reading.
There are other bookstores in the area that aren’t suffering the same way ours is. Okay, so not ours. I just work here. When I show up on time. Ryan is the current owner and every time I suggest something to him, he claims that it’s too much work.
The truth is that Ryan doesn’t know how to run a business, but I have a feeling that a man like Eric does. That’s why he wants it so badly. He knows exactly what to do with it so that it makes him money, and I’m guessing it won’t involve keeping it a bookstore.
I know that I’m not an option here, but I wish my ideas for making the bookstore were acted on by Ryan, ever! I just want to save this place…and saving it from Eric if he’s planning to gut it doesn’t seem like it is going to make much of a difference compared to Ryan keeping the store and continually ignoring every idea that I’ve ever had to improve it.
“I’ve made a mess of it!” Ryan cries.
A wave of guilt washes over me. Ryan wants my help...but he doesn’t actually plan to improve the store. He’s a nice guy, but he wants to make excuses. Eric is not a nice guy and he wants to make money.
Guess that makes me the only person who wants to help the bookstore.
I figure my best chance is to help Ryan. Besides, he asked for my help anyway.
“Eric Vanderville wants to buy the store and the only thing that’s making me hold on to it is sentiments. I need to let go, but I would only sell if I know that he wants to keep it as a bookstore. Otherwise, I couldn’t live with myself. I’ve taken out a loan on my apartment but I’d rather be homeless than give it to him if he wants to do something else to it.”
Eric Vanderville. I’ve heard that full name before, but I don’t know where.
I inhale and press my lips together, trying to think of what to say, what to do. “Ryan, please stop worrying. Leave it with me. I’ll talk to him. Just don’t worry about it right now because neither of us knows anything concrete yet.” I chew my lip, hoping that will assuage Ryan’s concerns at least for now so that I can get to the bottom of this.
I hear Ryan swallow. “I shouldn’t put so much pressure on you.” He sounds worried, but this time that I might be brushing him off, or like he’s not sure that I should be doing this. Maybe Ryan remembers that he is the owner and I’m just an employee, but I have to make him remember how much I care about the future of the store.
“It’s fine, really!” I hope that I don’t sound off-puttingly eager. I feel so off balance today.
I rub my forehead and just then I catch a glimpse of Eric walking tow
ards me.
Shoot! I need to get off the phone and fast. His eyes are focused on me and he has a book in his hand.
“Ryan, I need to go!” I feel bad for this, but I don’t wait for Ryan to reply and I hang up on him.
Eric stands in front of me. “Did you have a nice talk?” His eyes have a mischievous glint that my traitorous body responds to immediately.
I narrow my eyes at him, pushing down those thoughts and thinking again about where I’ve heard his name before. “Eric Vanderville,” I say aloud, trying to keep my voice even. I’m not getting frustrated with him. Not flirting. Just talking. I need to forget all the insta-lust and get on with my mission. But I open my mouth again and I can’t form any words.
His eyes slide down my body, then back up. I know he’s flirting again, and I don’t know how to respond to it.
Well, how to respond appropriately. Because a small part of me is like, girl, flirt back! I have to ignore the inner ho. I don’t need her screwing me out of a job. Yeah, I know what I did there! Mr. Fancy Rich Doctor probably doesn’t care about anyone but himself, and he thinks that he can just stroll in here and get whatever he wants.
Now, I’m starting to feel a different kind of fire inside, and it helps me find words. “I was talking to Ryan, the owner.” I don’t say any more because there’s something in the way that Eric is looking at me now.
Like he’s amused.
Ugh!
He reaches out and grabs a book behind me, but for the couple of seconds before his hand connects to the book, I think he’s about to touch my face. I actually thought he was going to brush my hair behind my ear or something...like he was going to kiss me.
I feel stuck in time and I just don’t know how to process any of this. I take a deep breath, because my heart is racing at just the idea of him touching me.
Eric looks over the paperback in his hands, but seems to be looking over it and at me. I think he must know what kind of an effect he has on me, judging by that smug smirk on his face.
I inhale again and turn my head to the side.“Do you mind if we start again?”
“Start again?” Eric asks with that bewildering amusement that makes him both incredibly handsome, all devilish charm in an extremely well-fitting suit, and incredibly annoying. But I’m a girl on a mission here. I want to figure out what he’s up to and save this poor bookstore from going under, if I can help it. Even if it would be a merciful death.
“Yes. Instead of you picking on me, Eric Vanderville, why don’t we sit and talk about your plans like adults.” I chew the inside of my lip, realizing that I probably sound ridiculous. I just work here. He doesn’t owe me any explanation. Frankly, I don’t know why we’re talking again, or why we talked so much earlier.
He clears his throat and says, “Yes. We can do that at dinner.”
“What?” I ask. I snap my mouth shut so that I’m not staring at him stupidly. He didn’t deny picking on me. Eric didn’t dismiss me or say this was none of my business.
Eric grins at me.“What time do you finish here?” His words seem to hit my ears slowly and I feel stunned.
I answer him. “Six.” I feel like the words came out of me without me even trying to respond.
“It’s a date.” Eric winks at me. He waves the paperback at me. It’s that new Alexis Angel book, Cindersmellya.
I read that one as soon as it came out and I think I’m actually blushing, imagining him reading the lap dance scene. “My driver, Carl, will pick you up at six.” He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and hands it to me.
Ella, in Cindersmellya, would have slid this in the side of her thong or something. I’m supposed to make change.
I open my mouth to say that, but nothing comes out as I’m watching Eric’s perfect ass walk away.
Eric
My offices are all dark except for the examination room that Donna and Jackson Parker are in. “Thank you so much,” Donna Parker says and puts her hand over mine. “I know so many mothers must call you and they’re hysterical about their fevers, but Jackson has had all these ear infections this year, nothing like with my younger Tara, I didn’t know what to think…” Donna has those big grateful eyes and I feel for her.
Not the feel her up, pervy way. No, the way I take care of children and their mothers is nothing like that.
See, I’m not just a doctor. I’m Dr. Single Dad.
Six years ago, a baby was left at the doorstep of my practice. I was a pediatrician then, too, but I thought I was going to be working with hot single moms. Fate had something else in mind. When I saw that little girl, my whole life changed.
I’m buying the bookstore as a solid investment in not just my financial future, but my Rose’s. Yeah, I named her Rose because she’s beautiful. I’m a proud Daddy.
“I know how I am with my Rose, Donna,” I say, smiling at her. “And I would never let another parent worry about anything. We gotta be vigilant as parents,” I say, and I can’t help but feel that sharp stab of pain. I became a pediatrician because I remembered what it did to my parents when my little brother died. I didn’t want any family losing their child whenever I could help it. My mother blamed herself for my brother Jamie’s death and thought she could have seen it.
So Donna thinks she’s being nuts but I totally get it.
“Thank you so much,” Donna says. Her fears settled, she does give me that look. The one that means her husband doesn’t pay attention to her and she wants to take blue-eyed, dark-hair doctor for a ride.
I actually sleep with anything that walks..except for my patients’ parents. That’s too complicated even though I’m a manslut. But of course I’m always tempted, ya know? Like 12 inches of cock and I’ve never fit any ethics in there.
But right now? No bulge in the suit to shift to hide.
Hmm.
Literally no reaction, and Donna has two very obvious breasts overflowing from her shirt that she’s trying to get me to notice now. I don’t blame her.
I just immediately think of Elia. I wanna see her spilling out of something.
And I was focused on the fever -- low grade, normal, nothing to worry about. “Keep Jackson hydrated,” I say as I direct Donna out of my office.
But now I head to my car. Carl, my driver, sent me a text to let me know that he has Elia. I knew I sprung this whole date on her but she’s taking it well. She went for it. I can't believe how attracted I am to her and it isn't because she's beautiful. She’s a knockout and I want to lick every inch of her sexy body. No, I just have never felt this intense of an attraction to anyone in my life.
I...I have fucking butterflies in my stomach right now. Fluttery, nervous, tense but excited. I am anxious to see her.
Sure, Elia wants to know why I’m buying the bookstore. I can tell she’s suspicious. Her fidget spinner comment made me want to laugh right on the spot, but I was too intently focused on just how much my body ached for me to touch her. I watched her lips as she talked and thought about tasting her.
Tonight I can charm her and tell her the truth.
Of course, this all feels suspiciously like dating in a relationship. As a wealthy doctor and father, I find myself too busy to date even if I wanted to consider it. I’m grateful I didn’t tell Elia an exact time that I would be at the restaurant, because I wouldn’t have kept that.
I head for one my cars and setup a call with my assistant.
Once in my car, I go ahead and make the call hands free.
“Jess, I’m ready for the financial brief on Zedova’s Bookstore,” I say, rounding a corner and realizing that I’m about to lead foot the gas before I think about it. Fuck, it is like I think laws don’t apply because I’m that eager to have dinner with Elia.
“There’s something odd in payroll,” Jessica says. She sounds weary and I wonder what’s she’s found. For her to not take a systematic approach of briefing the whole thing, as I have had her do with every investment briefing, but to skip right to a problem, well, I know it’s big. “Hit me with
it.” I expected to find a mostly failing business. But is someone getting grossly overpaid? Like that store needs another financial hit against it.
“Of course,” Jessica says. “According to the financials that the owner provided, the store has five listed employees,” She sighs before she continues her report. “But the weird thing is that four of the employees are paid nearly twice what the fifth one is.”
“Oh, is that the owner, Ryan?” Maybe the guy is taking less pay. I know he’s got no reason to keep on with that place. He makes damn good money in freelance IT work with lots of top tier clients, middleman work for companies that need semi-permanent staff that travels. He ignores the store, and seemed pretty willing to sell. Maybe he trades his lack of involvement for a lack of pay. Still, the guy struck me as slimy. I tend to trust my gut, and my instincts tell me that Ryan Zedova is not the kind of man that takes less pay.
“Nope. He’s not a listed employee. It looks like some poor girl my age is getting paid way less, Elia Watson. I looked her up on Facebook, she’s young, pretty...and I don’t know why he’s paying her less but it seems...gross.”
Fuck. Jessica is smart as hell. That’s why she’s been my assistant for long, and why I’ve never fucked her. I don’t want to screw up a good thing. “I didn’t get a good feeling from him, either.” I grit my teeth. Something shitty is happening. “Did you find anything else out of the ordinary?”
“No, sir.” My phone makes a little ping. “The files are in your email, with my written briefing. Anything else I can help you with before your dinner?”
I put the dinner on my calendar, but not Elia’s name. I was in a hurry and told Siri to do it anyhow, but I have Jessica manage my calendar because I’m so damn lazy about things like that.
This less pay shit with Ryan is really fucking weird. She called this guy, I heard her say Ryan. If they were dating, one, she’d have a better phone if he was any kind of man and it is obvious that he could afford to that...and he’d pay her more.
“Yes, I met Elia today. She said something about her phone being busted and that’s the reason she was late. Do you think her boss would deduct her wages for a pattern of tardiness?” This is a long shot, I know, but it just seems weird as hell.
