Just after 1:00 p.m., Rachel peeked her head into his office with a wicked little smile.“Your wife called. Wanted to bring you coffee later,” she said casually, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Said she was getting her hair and nails done.”
Jake hesitated, something in his chest tightening.
Rachel smiled wider. “Want me to call her back and tell her you’ve been slammed? That we had to squeeze in another last-minute surgery?”
He looked up at her.
She added quickly, “Only if you want me to.”
He didn’t nod. He didn’t speak. But he didn’t stop her either.
Rachel reached for the phone. A few moments later Kylee’s phone rang. Kylee answered on the second ring, sitting in her car outside the salon with two coffees in her cup holder and a soft smile on her face.
“Hey, this is Rachel, Dr. Waterman receptionist. I just wanted to let you know he asked me to call you. We had to add a late surgery this afternoon. Looks like he’s going to be slammed.”
Kylee paused, confused. “Oh... okay. I was going to bring him a coffee.”
Rachel let out a sweet little laugh. “Aww, that’s so thoughtful. I’ll let him know you were thinking of him. But yeah, he’s totally tied up in the OR. You know how he gets all focused and serious.”
Kylee smiled weakly. “Right. No worries.”
As Rachel hung up, she spun the phone in her hand and glanced back toward Jake’s office.
The clinic was quiet now, a quiet that thickened the air.
Jake sat at his desk, tablet still opened but he didn’t read a single word in minutes. His mind was already going places it shouldn’t.
Rachel slowly opened his office door and she shut the door behind her slowly, her lips curved into a knowing smile. The black dress was so sexy on her. She didn’t belong in a medical office like that, and she didn’t care.
She crossed the room with unhurried confidence, each step deliberate, measured, like she knew the power she carried between her legs.
“You’ve been tense all day,” she said, voice low and velvet-soft. “I can see it in your shoulders.”
He looked at her, jaw tight. “You should head out. We're done for the day.”
Rachel ignored him. She circled his desk slowly, fingertips grazing the surface, nails softly tapping. “You’re always the one taking care of people,” she murmured. “Patients. Staff. Your wife…”Her voice dipped as she reached his chair, standing behind him now. “But who takes care of you, Dr. Waterman?”
He gripped the arms of his chair, but he didn’t move. She leaned down, her breath hot against his neck.
“I think about you all the time when I’m alone at night,” she whispered, lips close to his ear. “About what those hands could do if you weren’t holding a scalpel.”
He stiffened, still frozen, still not stopping her.
Rachel slipped one hand over his shoulder, slow and deliberate, sliding down the front of his shirt, her fingers brushing the buttons, grazing his chest.
“Just say the word, Let me take care of you.” She moved in front of him now, standing between his knees. Her eyes locked onto his, hands resting gently on his thighs.
“You want this,” she whispered. “I can feel it. you have been fucking me with your eyes for weeks”
Jake’s pulse hammered in his throat.
He should have pushed her away. He should have stood up and left the room. But he didn't, he just let her go on.
Rachel sank slowly to her knees her lips brushed the inside of his thighs. Slow, unhurried, like she wanted him to feel every breath, every brush of skin. Her nails slid along his belt, teasing, playing with the edge, like a cat toying with its prey.
Rachel didn’t want to talk about bills or dinner or teething. She didn’t care if he forgot to take out the trash. She didn’t see a husband, or a father, just a man. And right now, he needed that.
She looked up at him, her mouth parted, her eyes daring him to stop her. He didn’t. Instead, he leaned back and let his hands fall to her shoulders, his grip tightening as her kisses moved higher up his thigh, her touch more deliberate now, and more hungry.
