Alpha Billionaire Series
Doctor Daddy Chapter 10

BROOKE

My heart was still pounding when I got home. I couldn't believe I had done that. I had done my best, and from the look on Mark's face, my best had worked. He could have blue balls for all I cared.

"You're home early," mom said. She didn't look up from her movie, which was a good thing because I still had a face full of makeup, and my coat was open.

I pulled my coat around me closer, just in case.

"Yeah, there wasn't anything we were willing to stay up late for. It's been a long week."

"Welcome to being an adult and the working world. You'll be too tired to party. Time to get used to it."

I thought that was rich coming from someone who had barely graduated college because of me, and who never had to work a full-time job. I grunted and headed up the stairs.

I needed to wash my face and see if I could get my nerves to calm down enough to go to sleep.

After hours of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep. It was a good thing that I didn't need to go to work in the morning. I couldn't wake up with my alarm, so I went back to sleep.

That was the best decision ever. Or maybe the worst. I had super-hot dreams about Mark that were so real I swear I could still feel his touch on my skin when I woke up.

I spent the day in a brain fog brought on by lack of sleep and too much desire. I willed him to call or text me. He knew what he had to do. How long was he going to drag it out? I had pretty much told him that on date number two I would be naked. It's what he wanted. It's what I wanted.

I was actually looking forward to work on Monday morning. I would get to see Mark. I was mildly disappointed that there wasn't a bouquet of flowers waiting for me. I never had confirmation they had come from him, but after our date, I would have expected a little something.

When he walked through those glass doors and smiled, I came very close to losing my cool. On Saturday I demonstrated my exceptionally bad acting skills. This morning, he got to see my real acting skills.

I nodded in response to his nod. I was as disengaged as he was. Of course, my pulse was racing, and I had to breathe around a lump in my throat. But on the outside, I was one cool customer.

I made eye contact with him after he got on the elevator. He winked as the elevator doors started to close. I wasn't able to maintain my cool demeanor after that. Fortunately, with the door closed, he didn't see me melt.

I spent my morning directing patients to their respective doctor's offices. The phones were constantly ringing. I felt like a circus performer spinning plates on tall poles. If I didn't keep my plates rotating, they would wobble and fall.

I was in the middle of helping a woman look up the name of her doctor when the phone rang.

"Information desk, please hold." I didn't give them a chance to say anything before I hit that hold button and returned my attention to the woman in front of me.

I waved as she nervously got onto the elevators. I didn't think she believed me when I said she had an appointment with a Dr. Spears on the fourth floor. I sat back and sighed. It was the first moment of peace since my morning started. "Oh, crap!" I saw the red flashing light. I had someone on hold.

"I'm so sorry about that, thank you for holding. How may I assist you?"

"Is Brooke there?" I closed my eyes and felt all the strength melt from my limbs. Mark had the most amazing voice. He could read the phone book to me, and I would replace that sexually gratifying.

"Speaking. How may I assist you this morning?"

"I'm calling from Dr. Bryant's office."

"I should probably mention that these calls are frequently monitored for quality control. So, Dr. Bryant might want to be aware of that."

"I will keep that in mind. I was calling to confirm an appointment Brooke promised to make." He paused and I heard him chuckle. "For a full examination. She requested an after-hours appointment, I believe?"

He was using that low and gravelly voice that completely flipped my switches. I did not need to get all hot and bothered while at work, but that is where he was taking me.

"Yes, that's right. After hours." I shook my head.

"Could you text that information to my phone?" I gave him my number. "I have a guest that needs my assistance."

"Oh, I'll text you all right."

I gulped. I hung up the phone. I didn't have anyone at my desk, I just couldn't think straight to do this properly. I was going to say something wrong and with my luck, it would be the tape my bosses would pull to see if I was doing my job properly. My phone buzzed with a text. I peaked at it. Having my phone out and sitting on the desk was frowned upon, but I could check it.

I smiled when I saw that it was Mark.

"Appointment confirmation. Type Y to confirm." He listed Wednesday night for dinner and put his address as the location.

I put my elbows close together on the desk and leaned forward. I pulled my collar down and snapped a quick picture of my cleavage. I sent it as my reply.

"Thank you for indicating areas of concern that will receive extra attention at your appointment."

"Y." I giggled and put the phone away. I was tempted to text him some other pictures. But I couldn't take anything too racy while at work. But after I got off work, that was a different story.

Work distracted me from my sexy plot of snapping random body parts and texting them to Mark for the next two days until our date. Linda was hustling me out of the chair, telling me it was time to clock out before I realized it.

I wanted to doddle in case Mark came out for a late lunch.

My phone buzzed with a text. I bit my lip and hoped it was something naughty from Mark.

"Where are you?" Shit, it was Angela. We had a lunch date, and I was late.

"Order for me," I texted back.

She looked annoyed by the time I got to the burrito shop.

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry. I clocked out late. Things got a little crazy at work."

"Crazy? Like everyone needed information all at once?"

I swallowed and made a guilty expression. "Crazy as in I got distracted by flirting with my doctor."

Angela's eyebrows went up. "Your doctor? You mean the one you got inappropriate with at the party, not one where you're an actual patient, right?"

"Right, the one I hooked up with. We had a date on Saturday."

"So, I guess it went well, right?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"I was brilliant. I left him drooling at the restaurant. And then I went home and took a long cold shower if you know what I mean."

She gasped. "You didn't?"

"I did not. But we have a date on Wednesday, and I am so going to. It's going to be a long few days before then." I sighed. "I sent him a boob shot." "You did not. He hasn't sent you a dick pic, has he?"

"Ew, now. He's more sophisticated than that."

"But you're not above sending him your boobs?"

I pulled down the neckline of my shirt, exposing as much skin to her as I had to Mark. "I showed off about that much. Enough to be flirty without being nasty."

"But you are going to get nasty, right?" she asked.

I stuck my tongue in my cheek and possibly blushed.

"Oh, you do have plans on stepping it up and getting nasty. What's the plan?"

I scratched my head and tried to look nonchalant. "I thought I'd let a nip slip. Or put the phone kind of low and get a back shot in a thong. No full-frontal nudity. You always save that for in-person appreciation."

The finer nuances of being naked were lost in pictures. I wanted to tease and drag it out. After all, he hadn't seen me completely in just my skin yet. I knew I couldn't wait to appreciate him in person. I was curious as to what he looked like, but that wasn't something I wanted on my phone.

"That's the truth. Don't put it all out there. Especially when you don't know if you can really trust him yet to not blast those pics all over."

"Exactly. A single nipple isn't going to identify me."