CHAPTER 8
Matilda
I hold on tight as he rounds the corkscrew turn. I didn’t even know they had streets like this in New York.
As we come out of the turn he taps me on the outside of my thigh and I grab on even tighter than I was before. He told me to be ready when he tapped me and I am.
We start to drop speed and I wonder why he’s decelerating when I’m expecting more and more action.
And then I find out why.
I feel my entire body tip back until I’m at a forty-five degree angle…but this time in the other direction.
The bike is almost completely vertical as we glide down the street. Smoke bellows out of the dual exhaust and I feel like I’m getting the most intense roller coaster ride ever…except this one has no line, no fee, and is completely real.
The bike drops forward again and he throttles the gas sending us flying down the road.
I doubt what we did was legal and I doubt it was safe, but I don’t doubt one bit that I need a new pair of panties right now.
Feeling the rumble of the bike between my legs and the way he handles it as I get to feel his body as we ride is the ultimate turn on…mentally, physically, and emotionally.
This guy is the baddest of the bad asses and he’s a doctor. How is that even possible?
I thought doctors bought boats and sat around during their off time and talked about sailing around the Caribbean. Not this guy. Not Dr. Church.
And even though we can’t talk now due to the helmets, the wind, and the speed it’s the words he said to me just before I walked out of that office that convinced me to take this ride with him.
“What’s your why?” he had asked.
“What?” I said.
He went on to explain why everyone needs a “why”. For many it’s just money. For some it’s just wanting to help others. He asked me what my why is and I told him. He told me my answer wasn’t good enough. It didn’t make him feel and to be a great doctor you have to have passion and something driving you internally.
He said it’s usually there, but if not you have to find it yourself. And it has to be real. You can’t fool people and the easiest person to fool is yourself.
You can’t say you want to help when you really just want to make a boatload of money. It will never work. Sure, you may get rich, but you’ll never achieve what you set out to achieve and all that money will be a hollow victory, if a victory at all.
I never met someone who challenged me like that, especially just after meeting me.
I was intrigued…impressed…curious.
He told me he’d never shown anyone his why. He said it was too personal, but he said there was something about me that told him it was time to share his why…with me.
I was completely honored, especially considering he was much more than I expected. A cursory Google search sent me to his door by chance. Now that I was “in” I had to do everything I could to stay there.
And I knew a guy like this had all the choices in the world. Most guys would give their left arm just to have dinner with his receptionist, and he looked at her as if she was nothing special…at least in terms of her physical beauty.
I could only imagine the kind and quality of women this guy attracts, and catches, but does he keep them?
And what makes me think I can be the one?
I must be crazy, and accepting this ride on the back of his bike doesn’t do much to disprove my own thoughts.
But he did give me a helmet and took a few minutes to explain how to move my body with his…not that I needed much help.
Everything came so naturally. I always thought riding a motorcycle was such an aggressive, testosterone-filled man’s game, but he showed me it was a dance.
A dance between man and machine and when I was involved that only doubled. It was a dance between the two of us. A silent dance in terms of words, but not in terms of power coming from the exhaust and the rumble in between my thighs.
As he moved my body naturally followed. The angle we took through turns was breathtaking and my first inclination was to lean the other way. To turn away from danger. But as he’d explained beforehand I followed his lead and leaned into the danger, which was actually the safest move.
Counterintuitive? Completely. But that summed him up to a T. A tatted up doctor with a big bank account and an even bigger dick.
Leather boat shoes? Hardly. Leather biker jacket? Definitely.
He was the complete opposite of what I expected a doctor to be and even more opposite of any guy I ever could have dreamed I’d be interested in.
I thought I wanted a guy I could cuddle with on the couch and watch movies with. How wrong I was. I mean sure those things were great, but they didn’t get my blood flowing like Dr. Church.
And just when I think my blood can’t pump any harder he drops the gears down and turns into a parking lot.
I see a sign for a hospital and wonder what exactly he’s going to show me.
His why…and why he chose the profession in the first place.
And why he chose to show me this now.