Erik waited for her to say she slept with him, but she didn’t. He didn’t care if she did, it meant nothing to him, but he did worry if it would make Piper mad. Piper only seemed amused, a grin on her face as she went through the motions of the appointment. The whole time Christina said nothing. She did her job, sending Erik dirty looks the whole time.
Following Piper into the exam room, he sat down in the seat beside her and looked up as Christina asked Piper questions about her pregnancy. Once she left the room, making sure to send Erik one last pissy look, Piper moved to the bench to grab the sheet that she needed to cover her legs. She had worn a skirt so all she had to do was take her panties off.
“How do you know her?” she asked looking over at him as she climbed up on the exam table.
Erik wasn’t sure how to answer her. He could lie; it was before they got married and she didn’t need to know. But then again, he wanted to be honest with her.
“She sucked me off a while back.”
A grin came over her face as she nodded. “I know.”
Erik was surprised by her answer. “You knew?”
Piper smiled as she glanced back at him. “A couple of months ago, I came in and she was on her phone showing her friends who she had been with. She said he was number fifteen on the Nashville Assassins, which meant it was you.”
Erik was irritated that Christina was telling his business all over the doctor’s office and that Piper tried to set him up. Scheming woman!
“So you tried to set me up?”
“I wanted to see if you’d lie,” Piper said with a grin.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “I should be mad at you.”
“But you’re not because I’m too cute to be mad at,” she answered, fluttering her eyelashes as she swung her legs like a child. “I knew you wouldn’t lie.”
“I could have.”
“Yeah, but you respect me more than that.”
He had to smile at that because she was right. He was about to tell her so when a knock came at the door and in walked what looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.
“Hey, Dr. Richards,” Piper said happily.
Doctor?
“Hey, Piper, how are we feeling?” he asked in his low, raspy voice.
Erik was a confident man and could even say when he thought another man was good-looking without feeling the least bit gay and at that moment Dr. Richards fit that bill. He was a very good-looking man, and Erik instantly hated him.
This was the guy that had his hands up in Piper’s pussy?
What the fuck?
Puffing up his chest, he got up to stand closer to Piper before he pinned the doctor with a “She’s mine” look. He wanted to punch the guy right in his pearly white teeth and then gouge out his eyeballs to make sure he never looked at Piper’s pussy again. He never had such an intense hatred for someone the way he had for this guy and it was all because of Piper; now what did this mean …?
“Good, thank you, and yourself?” she asked as she smiled up at him dreamily.
Erik’s jaw hurt, he was clenching his teeth so hard. He wanted to smack the guy and then yell at Piper for asking how he was. Why did she care?
“I’m good, thanks. Hi! I’m Dr. Richards,” he said when he finally noticed that Erik was in the room.
“Yeah,” Erik said in a stern voice. “I’m her husband.”
“It’s great to meet you,” he said a little overly happy for Erik’s liking, but then again, Erik would be happy too if all he did was stick his hands up women’s pussies all day long. Asshole.
Piper elbowed him in the ribs hard enough to get his attention. When he looked at her, she shot him a stern look and said, “Sit down, babe. I gotta lie down.”
“I’m good,” he said, holding her hand tightly. He should have gotten Piper a bigger ring, then this dude wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Piper was nowhere near single and this guy needed to back up with that grin and those large hands. Looking down at his own hands, he now wondered if his hands were big enough to please her.
Man, what was wrong with him?
Shaking his head, he watched as Dr. I’m-Too-Sexy measured Piper’s belly.
“Do you think I’m too big?” Piper asked.
“You are measuring right at thirty-four weeks, so only a week ahead. I think he might be a big boy. We might need to discuss inducing you if you don’t go by thirty-eight weeks.”
“That’s early,” Piper said.
“It is, but it’s okay. You have a small frame. I don’t know if I want to risk having you go full-term, especially with how big your husband is,” he said flashing Erik a grin.
Yeah, asshole, I’m big and I could kill you with my pinkie, Erik thought as he glared.