Chapter 2
Zane
My hand rested on the doorknob to my office as I looked over the chart of the patient I’d just left. I glanced up at my nurse. She was standing next to my door, her arms crossed over her chest. Normally she’d have another chart for me, but there wasn’t anything in her hands. She looked at me expectantly.
“You forgot didn’t you?” she asked, putting her hand on her hip. “You have an interview with the reporter.”
I stared at her blankly.
“You told us to set it up for today because you wanted to go play golf with Dr. Smith later and it would keep you out of the OR.”
Still nothing.
She pursed her lips. “Seriously, Zane? I can’t be your keeper.”
I grinned. “Sarah, that’s why I pay you so well—to keep my ass in line when I need it.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Do you remember now?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Are you just saying that?”
I gave her my best charming grin and she shook her head at me. “You’ll never know, now will you?”
I opened the door and standing in front of me was the gorgeous woman from the night before. Her tits looked amazing in some gauzy top that was low cut enough to show off her lacy white bra and the tight black skirt that hugged her ass perfectly was going to be my downfall. All of that sexy goodness was before I looked at her heart shaped face and big, bright green eyes. What in the hell was she doing in my office right now? This couldn’t be the reality of my life. I’d tried so hard to stay out of trouble lately.
“Dillon,” I said in surprise. “What are you doing here? I’m supposed to be meeting a Dillon Hart,” I said slowly. God, I was such an idiot.
“I’m Dillon Hart. You thought I was a man,” she said laughing. “You aren’t—Oh God—you’re Dr. Turner, aren’t you?”
I pointed at the nameplate on my desk. “Zane Turner. That’s me.”
“Holy hell,” she muttered under her breath. “This is awkward. Well at least I know your name now. You look different in a suit than you do in a Henley and a leather jacket.”
I cocked my head at her. She shook her head slightly and there was a shift in her demeanor. If I hadn’t been paying strict attention to her body language, I might not have even noticed.
“Well Dr. Turner,” she said, sticking her hand out to shake mine. “My name is Dillon Hart. I’m your lunch date for this afternoon. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll buy you a drink tonight.”
She winked and I smirked back at her. This girl was feisty; I liked her more than I should after just a few minutes of being around her.
“What makes you think I’d let you buy me a drink tonight?” I smirked. “I would be the one buying drinks if we went out.”
She put her hand on my arm and leaned in, giving me a spectacular view of her cleavage. I’d give it to her; she had some grade A tits. Her emerald green eyes were hazed over with more than a little interest and a ton of lust. Apparently this thing went both ways.
“If you come with me now, I’ll show you some stuff you’ve never seen before.” I raised my eyebrow. “Not like that silly,” she said, resting her arm on mine. “The article I’m writing. Although tonight could be a different story, I’m not all business. I like to play too.”
She winked and I felt my cock harden in my slacks. Her throaty, rich voice was like a smooth bourbon. And god I wanted more. I could become an alcoholic for her.
“Lead the way then Ms. Hart.”
We walked towards the door and I watched the fantastic sway of her ass. This girl would be underneath me by the end of the night and I’d end up giving the interview to her boss if I was truly interested in being a part of this. No harm, no foul. Girls like her knew the rules going in. Fuck, girls like her created the rules.
Sarah shook her head as I followed behind Dillon. Her eyes immediately shot to my hand at the small of Dillon’s back when I opened the door for her to go ahead of me. I shot Dillon a panty melting smile and was a little surprised when she just smirked back at me. That was the last thing I expected, normally when I used that smile women were putty in my hands.
We walked out to my car in silence. She did a double take when she saw where we were going.
“You have an Aston Martin One-77?” she whispered. This girl was shocking the hell out of me each time she opened her mouth. “I’m afraid to even touch it.”
I grinned. “You know your sports cars. Color me impressed.” I had to turn away so she didn’t see exactly how her words were affecting me.
She shrugged, but I saw the wicked glint in her eyes.
“I like fast cars and hard liquor. There’s not much more you need in life.”
I watched her tongue as it dipped out to lick her lips, fascinated with the movement.
“I guess not.” My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears.
“Well, there are a few other things,” she said pointedly as I opened her door. Her long legs folded down into the car gracefully. The red soles of her shoes winked at me, and I could easily imagine them wrapped around my head while I sank my cock into her. It took me a second to get my growing erection under control before I could climb in the car next to her. What in the hell was this girl doing to me? I never lost control. I was always the one in charge, but Dillon—she could change all that without even trying if I wasn’t careful.
I kept sneaking looks at her as we drove to the restaurant. She was fucking gorgeous and she knew it. I was waiting to see if she tried to manipulate me or bribe me into getting her story. A woman like her knew how to use those looks to get what she wanted, and I was positive that she’d done it more than a few times.
It was difficult not to blatantly stare at her ass as we walked through the crowded room. When we sat down at the table across from each other, I tried hard not to let her lips—or her legs brushing against mine—distract me from the questions she was asking. Her flirty demeanor never changed, but each question was a little more pointed than the last.
“So after your fellowship at Georgetown, what made you decide to go back to Boston? You’ve been all over.”
Her fingers tapped lightly over her lips as she waited for my answer. I had to swallow before I started to speak.
“I wanted to work with a specific neurosurgeon at Boston General. Dr. Bryan Perry, he’s one of the best in the United States right now, and when I was offered the job, I decided to take advantage of opportunity.”
She rested her finger on her clavicle and gently ran it back and forth over the indentation. It was distracting as hell. My mind wondered to what she would feel like if it was my fingers running along her soft skin. “So what kind of things did you learn under Dr. Perry?”
I took a deep drink of my scotch and placed it back down on the table. Her eyes had trailed up to my face and flashed as she took me in. I smirked before answering. “Mainly advanced surgical techniques relating to trauma and vascular damage, among other things, but he took me under his wing and I was able to participate in some amazing surgeries in the four years I was there.”
“You’re what, thirty-six? You have quite the reputation for being so young.” She smiled coyly.
I took another drink. “Thirty-eight, but I imagine your research told you that already.” I leaned back in my chair. “I’m good at what I do because I work long, hard hours and take risks when the reward is high.”
“Is that how you live your life in general?” Her lips tipped up in a small smile, like she had a secret.
“Absolutely.”
Her eyes flashed and she squirmed in her seat—not enough for anyone else to notice, but I sure as hell did.
“You sound like a cocky asshole.”
I laughed. Hard. “Sweetheart, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Most surgeons are. Hell, most doctors are, but surgeons are the worst of the bunch. We have the skills to back it up though. In and out of the OR.”
I winked at her and took another sip of my drink. Her lips parted and I felt my cock stir in my pants again. Now wasn’t the best time for him to be making an appearance, but with this gorgeous, smart, sexy woman across from me, I didn’t blame him.
“What about your bedside manner?” she asked.
“What about it?” I teased. “Most women don’t have many complaints when they’re in my bed.”
She rolled her eyes at that one. “Good to know,” she said dryly. “I think I have enough to start with, but maybe we can meet up next week and I can ask about the hospital itself and how you fit into their business plan.” She glanced down at her watch. “I would stay and ask my questions now, but I have another appointment that I need to get to.”
I reached out and put my hand on her arm to stop her from standing up. “Are you going to let me take you out tonight?”
She cocked her head as she considered my question. “I suppose, but I think you need to be on your best behavior.”
“I’m always on my best behavior,” I said grinning.
“A likely story.” She stood up and handed me her phone. “Put your number in there and I’ll text you so you have mine.”
I quickly typed in my number and handed her phone back. “Where would you like to go to dinner tonight?”
“You choose,” she said smirking. “It’ll be interesting to see what you pick. My cab has been waiting outside for ten minutes. I’ll see you tonight, Dr. Turner.”
Without another word she walked off, her heart shaped ass swaying gently as she went. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to leave anytime soon because my cock was hard as a rock underneath the table. With a grin, I turned towards the waitress and signaled that I wanted another drink. Golfing while drunk with Kade would be fun. It also wouldn’t be the first time, or the last.