“Dr. Reeves, it’s the police. They would like to have a word with you,” she said after she put the call on hold.
“Alex, I will take this in my office. Mr. McCain, please take a seat, and I will be right with you.” I was curious as to why the doctor had the police calling him and why he seemed to expect the call. When he entered his office and closed the door, I walked up to Alexandria.
“Do you know why the police are calling your boss?”
“Don’t worry, Max, sir. I think it has something to do with his car. It was stolen last night. He was on the phone with them this morning when I arrived.” I was glad that was all it was; I needed to get this done like yesterday.
It was ten minutes later when the doc came out of his office. “Mr. McCain, unfortunately I have to go down to the police station and will not be able to complete the procedure today.” My anger was starting to show, and the arrogant prick tried to appease me. “There are two options available. I have a colleague who can do the surgery, or we can reschedule for another day.”
I was pissed he acted like I was some normal customer. I came from one of the most distinguished families in the state. “Dr. Reeves, neither option is ideal. I am not having this done for cosmetic purposes. I need this done, and I am a busy man. I don’t have time to reschedule. What qualifications does your colleague have?”
“I am sorry, but they are insistent that I go down to the station to speak with them. My associate Dr. Phelps, who works here once a week, has been an Ophthalmologist for twenty years. His clientele are wealthy members of society. He prefers to spend time with his family, so he only works one day a week. I have called him, and he is on his way.”
“That will have to do. I have set up the time and cleared my schedule to accommodate the necessary time for recovery, but nothing more. I will have your colleague do the procedure because I need it done—today.” I was not happy at all about it. Since it allowed me to spend more time with Miss Davis, I would stay and meet with Dr. Phelps. If I didn’t like the fucker, I would cancel and reschedule, and my mom would just have to deal with it.
Once the doc left, I was alone with her and got to talk to the lovely Miss Davis before this Dr. Phelps would arrive. I was all smiles for her, and my bodyguard, Marcus, looked at me like I lost my mind. “So tell me… what did you major in?”
“I majored in Business Administration. I know being a receptionist is not a great start, but I needed the job. My scholarship money was almost out, and my rent is due.”
“Don’t you live with your boyfriend?” I asked, hoping it would be a no.
“No, I don’t. It’s too soon for anything that serious.”
I smiled with immense pleasure. “Well, good, because I am not giving up.” She was just about to say something when the door opened, and in walked a fucking pretty boy muscle head. I wanted her to ignore the fucker, but she was the receptionist, so she couldn’t.
“Trevor, what are you doing here!?” So this was the boyfriend, fucking chump. I was way better looking than him.
“I came to take you to lunch.” He gave me a look as if to say who the fuck are you? If he kept it up, I would show him.
“I can’t go right now. The doctor had to step out, and I am waiting for the other doctor to come.”
“This guy doesn’t look like he will steal anything. You can leave him alone for half an hour. I missed my girl.” He grabbed her hand, and I wanted to rip it out of his grasp. Marcus walked up to us. I guessed my anger was visible. My anger grew when I noticed the barely visible fresh hickey just below his collar. I didn’t want anyone else until I had her, and the thought of her so horny that she marked him, well, it just pissed me off.
“Actually, Alexandria and I were having a lovely conversation, and it would be bad for her to get fired in her first week for leaving the client unattended. So maybe another day, boy.”
“Dude, you don’t speak for my girl. I do.” Before I could deck the fucker, the other doctor walked in and up to Alexandria. This gentleman looked like the consummate professional and had a kind smile.
“Miss Davis, I am glad you could fill in so soon. Welcome aboard. Which is my next patient?”
“That would be Mr. Max McCain, here.” She pointed to me, and I wanted to go and bite her finger, then kiss it and make it better. Damn, the things I wanted to do to her.
“Hello, Mr. McCain. I am sorry that you have been waiting. I will just get everything prepared, then we can get started.” The doctor shook my hand and noticed the jackass to my right. He turned to him and added, “You, sir…I cannot take any more patients today. You will have to reschedule with Miss Davis.”