“Constance!”
She tossed her hands up. “Hey. Just taking precautions here.” Cramming another large portion of chips into her mouth, she muttered, “Promise him a blow job, that’ll do it.”
As I debated on whether to ask him to come out I realized that wherever we went, Ashley would be there with Colton. Gavin had no idea that Ashley hung out with me outside of work, much less that she had a code word — GGP — for his genitals. I thought about how I’d recounted, in very vivid and explicit details, how he’d screwed my brains out. I’d even used a horrible English accent when I told her the dirty things he’d whispered in my ear.
“Shit,” I yelled.
Constance stopped stuffing chips in her mouth long enough to get out a gargled, “Huh?”
“Ashley,” I said
She swallowed and looked at me with a confused look, “Uh, yeah… Ashley… Help me out here, Brooke, I can’t read minds yet.”
“Gavin, do you think he’s gonna want to hang out with Ashley? Damn it, he’ll know that she knows about us.”
“So?” she said, licking the grease from her fingers.
“So? He told me not to tell anyone.”
“Okay, well, you didn’t, I did,” she paused, shooting a tight-lipped smile in my direction “You’re welcome!”
Sighing, I covered my face with my hands and threw my head back against the couch cushion. “I guess I better go ahead and tell him before Ashley blurts it out accidentally one day. She can’t keep her mouth shut.”
Constance laughed. “Yeah… you’re telling me.”
I grabbed the bag from Constance and pulled out a handful of chips, chewing loudly as I wondered how Gavin would react when I told him Ashley knew about us.
Friday morning I walked down to Ashley’s office to discuss this obvious dilemma. Just as I reached my doorway my phone beeped. I made my way back to my desk and saw a text from Dan.
Dan: Good Morning.
I vomited in the back of my throat a little. As I put the phone back down, another text came in.
Dan: I hope you slept well.
Immediately followed by another.
Dan: I’m on my way in, we need to talk.
“Damn it.” Sighing, I threw my phone down. I rushed to Ashley’s office, closing the door behind me and leaning against it. Ashley spun her chair around.
“More juicy details for me? You’re glowing. I know you guys did it again, didn’t you? You filthy little whore! God, I hate you! Now tell me,” she demanded, pulling her legs up into her chair and eagerly waiting on me to spill.
“That’s not a glow. It’s perspiration,” I looked at her with a very serious expression.
Ashley’s shoulders dropped slightly. “Dan? What’s the shithole done now?”
“No, not Dan. Gavin. He doesn’t know about you.” I said.
Ashley stared blankly at me like she had no clue what I was talking about.
“Dumbass… you go out with me on the weekends, you’re dating my best friend’s brother, I can’t very well have him come out with me and then be all like ‘surprise — Ashley from work is here and has a nickname for your penis!’ ”
Her eyes widened and her legs slid out from her chair. “Ohhhhhh,” she laughed. “Shit, didn’t think about that, did we?” We both stared off trying to come up with the best way to tell Gavin.
Ashley looked up to the ceiling and rubbed her lips together. “Huh, well, you’re just gonna have to tell him. I mean, you don’t have to tell him that I know he has the most amazing dick in the world, or that I know what his ‘O’ face and moans of passion are like, thanks to your Oscar-winning reenactments.”
I pulled my hands over my face. “Yeah, I guess. I’m not good at lying. I mean, if he asks me, I’m not gonna lie. I’ll just tell him. I mean, I didn’t tell you. Really, I’m the victim here.”
As soon as I stopped rambling I heard a light tap on the door. I reached over and cracked the door. Dan’s face appeared in the crack before he pushed it fully open and barged in.
“Are we having a secret club meeting or something?” Dan chuckled as he placed a hand on his hip and stared at me. He curled those ugly, purple-tinted, disgusting excuses for lips up into a hideous grin. “Glad you gals get along. When you get done here, I need to talk to you, Brooke.”
“All right,” I said and turned back to Ashley, my eyes widening in a for-the-fucking-love-of-all-things-great-and-wonderful look.
Ashley snorted. “Well, you’ve got quite the day ahead of you, my friend. Sadly, I feel no pity for you because at the end of the day you’re going to get to screw and re-screw that disgustingly beautiful man down the hall, and for that I will always hold a small twinge of jealousy and revel in the fact that you have to put up with Dan the Man.”
I flashed a bitchy smile and slowly trudged down to Dan’s office. I could hear him singing – well, trying to sing. Stopping outside his door, I couldn’t help but laugh. Dan obviously didn’t realize I was laughing at his butchering of the song because he smiled and continued to sing it. He stopped and threw his head back, pretending to play a horn along with the music. He turned down his speakers and drug that damn chair right up next to him.
“Have a seat, please,” he said as he stood up and closed his door. He walked in front of me and leaned down on his knees, holding his droopy chin with his thumb and forefinger. “So, I’m assuming you got my text yesterday, although you never responded?”
“Which text, Dan? You send me texts all the time.” I tapped my foot on the floor because I knew where he was going with this.
He moved in very close to me and placed his sweaty, stubby fingers on my knee. I quickly jerked my leg from under his hand. His lips curled as he backed away from me. “The text about you and Dr. Hunter having lunch together.”
“Yes, I did see that one. Wasn’t sure why you were sending that.” I tried to regulate my breathing so Dan wouldn’t know how nervous I was.
Dan squinted until his eyes were nothing more than black slits. “Well, fraternization is frowned very heavily upon here.”
“Fraternization? Oh, no…. Dr. Hunter and I ran into each other at the restaurant and started talking. I invited him to sit with me.”
“You told me you had plans.”
“I did. My friend got caught in traffic and ended up not being able to make it.”
Am I really making up excuses? It’s not really any of Dan’s business.
Dan sat there trying to determine if I was lying or not. “Well, I told you Dr. Hunter can’t be trusted. You don’t need to socialize with him. It’s not in your best interest, Brooke.” Straightening himself up, he smoothed out his dress shirt. “Is that understood?”
I sat there and didn’t utter a word. I just stared at him like he was a fucking idiot. Who the hell did he think he was to tell me not to socialize with Gavin?
Dan reached down and picked lint from the bottom of his slacks. “Now, where are we going for lunch?” he asked. Looking at me, he waited on a response. He’d just attempted to reprimand me for going to lunch with Gavin, and now he was asking me to go to lunch with him? This little creep was ridiculous.
Standing, I peered down at him. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped back.
“Brooke, you need to watch your tone. You’ve developed quite the attitude. I see Ashley’s bitchiness is rubbing off on you.”
“You’re in no position to tell me who I should socialize with. I think you should just learn to mind your own damn business.” I reached for the door and Dan cleared his throat.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket to flip through it. “Remember, you’re on probation. I could easily fire you, and may possibly get Dr. Hunter’s sorry ass suspended,” he glared at me. “I suggest you readjust your attitude quickly, young lady.”
My nostrils flared; my blood pressure shot through the damn roof as I opened the door and stomped to my office, yanking the door closed
behind me. I sat there resisting the urge to scream, beat my chest, rip my shirt, and run back across the hall to Kenpo karate kick Dan’s puny ass through his window. I slammed the files around on my desk. I was furious, but I felt like he had me. What could I do at this point? I knew if I went to HR Dan would out me and Gavin. I couldn’t lose my job, and I definitely didn’t want to get Gavin into trouble.
Peggy looked over at me. “Is all that really necessary? I have a migraine.”
Rising from my chair, I glared at her and walked out. I went to the restroom and locked myself in a stall, leaned against the cool aluminum door, and wondered why in the hell people had to be so crazy. There was a brief moment where I thought I should tell Gavin about Dan, but then I realized I still had to tell him about Ashley before tomorrow. I stood in the restroom for about ten minutes before I managed to collect myself and get the nerve up to walk over to Gavin’s office.
I tapped on his door before pushing it open.
“Hey,” I said as I pressed my back against the door and slowly closed it. My sweaty palms stuck to the wood. Gavin looked up from his computer and smiled.
“So, there’s kinda something I need to tell you.” I stopped at the end of his desk, dragging my finger along the edge.
Gavin turned his chair around and patted his thigh. I walked over and sat on his leg. He put his arm around me and softly said, “Yes?”
“Uhhh, well, you know Ashley?” I could feel my pulse throbbing in my temples.
“Um-hmmm.” He looked at me with slight concern.
I inhaled. “Well, we kinda hang out on the weekends. She’s dating my best friend’s brother.”
Gavin looked up at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip. “I see,” he paused, opening his eyes and directing his gaze down at the floor.
I wasn’t certain if he was upset or not.
He inhaled, exhaling a long breath. “That complicates things just a touch, doesn’t it?” His eyes rose and met mine. “Does she already know about us?” he asked as he pushed my hair behind my ear, waiting on me to respond.
“Yes.”
“Okay, then. Did she say anything?” The roundness of his eyes thinned and his pupils dilated slightly as he stared at me.
I nodded, “I mean, she asked about it — she found out from my friend that was supposed to pick me up from the airport.”
He cast one of those wicked smiles at me. “She asked about it?” He paused for a moment, nodding his head. “Of course she did.”
“Yeah, she did.”
Gavin’s tone was stern as he said, “I don’t trust her.”
I waited on a grin to pull the corner of his lips upwards, but his demeanor was rigid as he stared at the floor.
“Why not? She’s not gonna tell anybody. We’re friends,” I said.
His eyes drew back up to mine and he touched his lips to mine. I forced myself to pull away from him and stood up because I knew if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to stop him. I made my way to the door, pausing as I placed my hand on the handle. “So, we’re supposed to go out tomorrow, want to go?”
Smiling at me, he asked, “Would that ‘we’ include Ashley?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll think about it, but only on one condition,” he peered at me. His green eyes hooked on mine as he motioned for me to come back over to him. I walked back toward him and stopped in front of his chair. Gavin grabbed onto my hips, pulling me close to him. He roughly ran his hand under the bottom of my shirt and up toward my breasts. His fingers were cool against my skin as he cupped me with his hand. “You’ll let me have my way with you later that night.”
My body responded violently to his touch and the promises of his words. “Absolutely,” I whispered and pushed his hand out from under my shirt. Stopping at the door, I glanced back at him.
What in the hell had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Twenty
Brooke
Gavin: Can’t wait to see you tonight.
Setting my phone down on my dresser, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed the ridiculous smile on my face. I really had it for this man. I was completely in lust with him.
After I’d gotten ready, I sat on the couch with Simon and waited on Gavin to arrive. My phone rang.
“Hey.”
Gavin’s voice came over the line. “Hey. Which one is your apartment?”
“It’s the second unit. I’ll just come outside.” My one bedroom apartment looked so pathetic compared to his house; I was embarrassed for him to see it.
“Okay, see you in a minute,” he said and hung up.
I jogged down the stairs and waited on the sidewalk in front of my apartment building. When I saw Gavin pull his car into a parking spot, I walked over.
Getting out of his car, he went to the passenger side and opened the door for me. I locked my eyes on him as I got closer to his car. His hair was pulled back and the first three buttons of his black button-up shirt were undone. He looked absolutely irresistible standing there with one hand on the door and the other slightly shoved in the pocket of his jeans. I rose up on my tiptoes and tenderly kissed him; the smell of his cologne was so pleasing it almost made me feel dazed.
“You look stunning,” he said. Gavin gave me one more brief kiss before he shut the door, and went around to the driver side. He put the car in reverse and pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes.
“It must suck having to work on the weekends?” I asked as we pulled out of my apartment complex.
“I don’t really think about it too much. Remember, until last Tuesday I had quite the problem separating myself from my work. Though I must say that I did find today terribly trying.”
“And why is that.”
“All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be with you.” He grabbed my hand, pulling it to his mouth and pressing his warm lips against the back of it.
I smiled. This man definitely knew how to make a woman crazy about him. I still couldn’t believe that this was real. He was too damn good to be true – putting that whole doctor thing aside — absolutely beautiful, accomplished, romantic, and unbelievable in bed.
“Glad I could help you figure out a way to keep your mind off work,” I said.
He looked over at me and down shifted his car. “Yes, you have definitely given me a way to forget about work. Now it seems my dilemma is how I can separate work from you.” He paused and placed has hand on my thigh, gently caressing the inner part of my leg. “All I can think about is how badly I want you. I’m tempted to call you in my office and fuck you right on my desk.”
Immediately I was so turned on I was afraid if I moved my leg the wrong way I may get off.
Gavin removed his hand from my leg and shifted gears again. “So, who all will I be meeting tonight?”
“Well, Constance, she’s my best friend. We’ve been friends ever since I moved here. Then there’s Colton, he’s Constance’s brother. He’s the one that’s dating Ashley. Adam will be there too. He’s in Colton’s band.”
“What type of music do they play?”
“Grunge rock stuff. You know, Nirvana, Bush, Green Day, stuff like that.”
“Ah, okay. I like that kind of music.”
I thought for a moment and asked. “So, who do you hang out with? I haven’t heard you talk much about your friends.”
“Well, most of my friends don’t actually live here, but I do occasionally get together with a couple of guys to have a drink. You know Zach Johnson? We go out sometimes with a few other guys from clinic.”
That name was familiar because he was another neurosurgeon at the hospital. His office was located across campus, so my interactions with him had been brief.
“So, am I the only person you hang out with that isn’t a doctor?”
He checked the street to make sure he could turn and then glanced at me briefly. “Hmmm, I guess you are.” I could tell he felt like he had to explain hims
elf. “Not that I do that intentionally. I moved down here about six years ago. I’ve stayed so immersed in work and projects that I haven’t really met anyone outside of work.”
I giggled.
“What? What’s so amusing?” he asked.
Reaching over, I touched his shoulder. “I wasn’t judging you, just making an observation,” I paused. “Constance was wanting me to hook her up with one of your friends, but I’ll just tell her she’s out of luck.”
We left the restaurant and headed to the bar to meet up with everyone. Gavin turned off the interstate two exits before the one to the bar.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I left something at the office. I have to work on a patient report tomorrow morning, and I’d rather get it while I’m on this side of town.”
We pulled into the empty parking lot beside the building. Gavin got out, walked over, and opened my door.
“Come inside with me. I don’t want to leave you out here by yourself.”
Getting out, I followed him to the front of the building. He pulled out his badge and swiped the card key at the side of the door. The glass doors slid open and we entered the building.
It was spooky being inside the office that late at night. The only light was the dim glow from the emergency bulbs in the lobby. Gavin unlocked the door to the hallway and I followed him down to his office. He went in and rummaged through the piles of papers on his desk. Peeping across the hall to the conference room, I looked at the long table, overcome with the urge to have him. Gavin shut his door and I grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the conference room.
When I got to the doorway I turned around, batted my eyelashes, and said, “I want you to fuck me, right here.”
That was the first time I’d ever really talked dirty to someone, and just hearing those words come out of my mouth made me feel empowered.
I pressed my mouth to his, desperate to have him. The large file fell from Gavin’s grip and hit the floor with a thud. He grabbed me, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he pushed me inside the conference room.
My fingers skimmed underneath his thin cotton shirt, gliding over the defined muscles of his chest as I pushed him back to the edge of the wooden conference table. His hands grabbed my ass as he kissed me, ruthlessly sucking on the tip of my tongue and biting my bottom lip when he pulled away from me. His hands fumbled up my back to the top of my dress, frantically unfastening it.
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