Let me ask… Yes, he is.
And how is Declan?
Worn out.
Hahah, I bet.
I look up to check if Pete is coming out. He’s not, so I continue texting.
We saw you guys in the pool.
At the pool. In the kitchen. Bathroom. Floor. Even the golf cart. That’s just the last 24 hours.
Damn. I’m a green-eyed monster.
Haha. Only because you’re refusing to bang Dr. Olton.
I have a date with him this Saturday.
Oh yay! Finally.
Thanks.
Wait, how are you getting up here? I can send Declan’s driver… I think. Let me check.
No need. Pete is dropping me off.
Pete?
Dr. Olton.
Ah, finally on a first-name basis. Where is he dropping you off?
At the manor.
I doubt they’ll let him in. If he drops you off at the gate, I’ll send a car for you.
Deal. I should be there soon.
Take your time!;)
“Ready?” Pete asks as he walks up to me.
He changed out of scrubs and into beige slacks paired with a black polo shirt. He’s handsome in a preppy way, and he’s been nice to me. He has been asking me out for ages. When I refuse, he shrugs and says he’ll ask again because I might change my mind.
I’d rather just get laid, but he might need that extra wine-and-dine type of relationship that I don’t require.
Not all women want a relationship. Some of us learned the hard way that men complicate things and add baggage we don’t want to carry. Some of us just want a quick tumble. That’s all.
“You ready?” Pete asks again.
“Yeah, sorry. I was texting Dina.” I slide the phone into my pocket.
We walk to his sports car. A gentleman, he opens the car door for me, and I sit in it with a smile. The interior smells like leather and a man who wears a light breezy cologne. It smells wealthy and stable, like a smart man with a routine, a great job he got after he studied medicine for years. Agile, well-manicured fingers wrap around the wheel. Pete’s sexy. He really is.
“What are you looking at me like that for?”
I smile. “Just looking.”
