Jake had made love to again her last night. He made love to her like he remembered who she was. He showed up at the game, told her she was beautiful, and looked at her the way he used to before the years piled between them. For the first time in months, she hadn’t had to go into the draw and grab her vibrator to make herself cum. He held her after, kissed her shoulder like it still meant something.
The morning had started with chaos, as usual bottles, waffles, juice spills, Macy’s refusal to wear socks but it didn’t weigh her down the way it usually did. She floated through it, humming along with the radio, hair in a towel, a spark in her chest.
Just after lunch, she called the sitter. Lillian from down the street who came with glowing reviews and a calm presence even Kayla responded to.
“Can you come by for a few hours this afternoon?” Kylee asked. “I just need a little time to myself and I want to surprise Jake at work and go to dinner together.”
“Of course!” Lillian responded. “Stay out as late as you need, I have the kids under control”!
She hadn’t said those words in so long, they felt foreign in her mouth.
By 2:30, the sitter had arrived, and Kylee was dressed in her favorite high-waisted jeans and a soft cream turtleneck that hugged her curves just right. She spritzed on her expensive perfume, the one she used to wear when Jake couldn’t keep his hands off her and added a swipe of deep berry lip gloss to finish.
She went to the salon before going to the clinic to get her nails and hair done.Her stylist curled her long, dark hair into soft, glossy waves. Her nails, newly shaped and painted a deep wine red, made her feel dangerous in the best way. She felt beautiful, and more than that she felt awake.
Rachel had shown up to work looking like she wasn’t just ready to check in patients, she was ready to be the reason every man in the building forgot their professionalism.
Her black, skin-tight dress clung to her body like it had been painted on. Sleeveless, low-cut, and stopping well above her knees. It hugged every curve, showing off her perfectly fake Double D breast, and cinched perfectly at her waist. She pairedit with tall black boots and a confident smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
Jake noticed the moment she walked in the door.She bent over the receptionist desk to put her things down. Her ass checks were poking out the bottom of her dress. He tried not to stare at her but he just couldn’t help it. His mouth went dry instantly and he felt a rush of blood go through his body.
“I figured I’d dress up today,” she said sweetly, eyes glittering as they traveled down his torso. “Don’t all hard working surgeons deserve a little something sexy to look at?”
Jake cleared his throat and looked away, but the way his jaw tightened said he’d heard every word. “This is a clinic, Rachel. Not a nightclub.”
She laughed, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Yeah, but you work so hard. Might as well make your view a little more fun.”
He shook his head, smirking despite himself, and turned back toward his office. But her voice followed him.
“Oh and,” she called, voice light and teasing. “I canceled your 3:30 and 4:15. Told them the doctor needed some time to relax.You’ve been working sooo hard, Dr. Waterman.”
He stopped in the doorway. He turned to look at her.“You canceled my appointments?”
Rachel walked toward him, hips swaying, the black dress hugging her every step. “I did. You’ve taken care of everyone else all week. Thought maybe someone should take care of you for once.”
She stepped into his office, not waiting for permission, the click of her boots echoing in the hallway behind her. She perched herself on the edge of his desk, one leg crossing over the other slowly, deliberately.
Jake stared at her for a long moment.He should’ve told her to leave. To pull herself together. To stop playing these games.
But he didn’t.
Because some part of him didn’t want to.
When Rachel leaned forward and said, “Unless you’d rather I go,” her voice dipped into something low sexy.
And Jake didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
Rachel had been flirting since the moment she got hired.
She wore that black, skin-tight dress like it was sewn onto her. Every time she moved, it clung to her body like a second skin. She leaned too far forward when she handed him things, let her fingers drag against his, and stood too close to him in the hallway. Always smiling. Always watching him.
Jake tried to maintain boundaries at least, at first. But it had been building for weeks. The way she lit up when he spoke to her. How she laughed at everything he said. How she called him Dr. W with a tone that was just shy of innocent.
By lunch, Rachel leaned into the counter and said, voice soft and sexy, “You know, if you ever needed... Some stress relief... I’m great at that.”
He didn’t say anything.But he didn’t shut it down either.
