Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Wendy Ann: Make that an almond croissant and a plain croissant and one of those circle things with the sticky sugar around the edge and you have a deal.
Binx: Wow! Someone’s a hungry monkey.
Mel: It’s a deal. Cough up the name. I’m DYING to know who helped you work up such an appetite.
Wendy Ann: Okay, but you can’t tell anyone. It’s a secret. And it’s only for this weekend. He’s leaving town on Monday.
Binx: Aw, bummer. But what do you mean this weekend? Are you two going out again?
Wendy Ann: Yes. We’re going out again tonight and…I’m staying the night at his place *wicked smiley face emoji*
Binx: HELL, YES, GIRL! WAY TO GO! *standing ovation gif* *woman wiping proud tears gif* *unicorn farting rainbows gif*
Mel: I don’t understand the farting unicorn part of that, but the rest of it is perfection. Giving you a standing ovation over here too, lady. So glad you found someone who’s showing you a good time!
Wendy Ann: A great time. He showed me a GREAT time, and I can’t wait to see Connor again.
Binx: Connor… Wait, you don’t mean CONNOR SINCLAIR? The smoking hot fucking doctor?!
Mel: OH MY GOD, HE WAS THE KIDS’ DOCTOR! HE’S AMAZING! So sweet and thoughtful and always knows exactly what to do to make us all feel better. I almost cried when I heard he was transferring his patients to someone else.
And Binx is right, he is a snack, girl. If I weren’t a happily married woman, I would play doctor with him any day of the week.
Binx: Same, and I usually don’t go for men with blond hair. But those shoulders would help me overlook it.
Mel: And those thighs. They’re so bulky, they strain the seams of his khakis. That man must spend hours working out after he leaves the office.
Wendy Ann: Stop objectifying my date!
Binx: We’re not objectifying, we’re appreciating. So how was he in bed? Did he put his doctorly knowledge of anatomy to good use?
Wendy Ann: I don’t kiss and tell.
Mel: I don’t, either, but we can assume it was fabulous if you’re going back for round two tonight. Have so much fun, sissy. Glad you found a sweet and sexy man to mess around with. Enjoy every second of your weekend, and I’ll see you on Monday for a thorough debriefing. Come by the catering office at lunchtime and we can gossip.
Wendy Ann: Okay, but I’ll see you before then. You’d better not have been kidding about dropping off pastries, Mel. I’m starving. Orgasms are exhausting.
Binx: WOOT WOOT! That’s what I like to hear! Get it, Wendy Ann! And on that note, I must board the plane. Love you both!
Mel: Love you! And yes, I’ll be there around nine-fifteen with pastries, my hungry little sex fiend. See you then. Now, back to bed for me. I think I can still sneak in a nap before the seven a.m. feeding.
Wendy Ann: Same. Back to sleep. And to dream of hot doctors…
Chapter 5
Wendy Ann
Idon’t dream of hot doctors.
I dream of one hot doctor in particular, doing steamy things to me with his hands and his mouth and that gorgeous appendage I made intimate friends with last night and wake up ridiculously excited for the day ahead.
“We’re going to be even closer friends tonight,” I tell my reflection as I brush my teeth, marveling at the flushed girl in the mirror.
I look so happy, so vibrant and alive in a way I usually don’t. I look like the kind of person who might have a spontaneous adventure or at least go for a drive without using her map app. I look like a woman who has things to look forward to aside from family dinners on Sunday nights and happy hour tacos on Tuesdays.
And I’m not the only one who notices the change.
When I open the door for Mel just after nine, her eyes go wide and a huge smile splits her face. “Well, well, don’t you look like a happy little sex kitten?”
I shrug, copping to the fact with a guilty grin, and Mel laughs.
“Oh man, I’m so happy for you,” she says, leaning in for a quick hug before pressing a bag of pastries into my hand and a coffee into the other. “I have to run before Aaron starves to death, but call me anytime, if you need to talk, okay? Have so much fun tonight.”
“I will,” I say, hesitating when she pauses at the top of the stairs leading down to the ground floor of the building, shooting me a worried glance. “What?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. Just…keep your head in the right place. When you click with someone like this, things can get really complicated really quickly.”
I force a smile, assuring her, “I know. But don’t worry. My head is fine. So is my heart.”