Filthy Doctor(25)

But hey, her loss was my gain. If everything went according to my plan, he wouldn't be thinking about Beth at all. Ever again.

“No, you weren't. She was a little too uptight,” I said, trying to sound concerned and yet diplomatic about the whole thing.

My gaze remained locked on his as I ran a hand through my hair, twirling my chestnut brown curls around my finger. I wasn't sure if my signals just weren't getting through, if he was being intentionally obtuse, or if he was just pushing away any – impure – thoughts he might be having about me. I wanted to catch his attention. But more than anything, I wanted to make sure he knew and understood that I was no longer the little girl he once knew. I was a woman. A woman with needs, desires, and the ability to make my own decisions – like who to sleep with.

“That's one way to put it,” he said.

“Let's face it, she was a bitch,” I said flatly. “You were way too good for her.”

Julian looked surprised by my language, but it brought out an adorable and surprised fit of laughter out of him. I knew that he often still thought of me as a child. I could see that in the paternal smile he flashed me – which was about the infuriating equivalent of a pat on the head. He still saw me as the bratty teenager who would always pick on him and say outlandish things. In truth, though I did tease him a lot, I was simply trying to hide the fact that I was flirting heavily with him. He had to have known I crushed on him hard as a teenaged girl, right? As I looked back on it, on my past behavior, I knew that it would have been obvious to a blind man.

If he did realize it back then, he obviously didn't seem to think that those feelings would remain as I grew into a woman. The truth of the matter was that not only did those feelings remain, they grew stronger over the years. Or maybe he just wasn't picking up my signals because he still thought of me as a child.

“If you don't mind,” he said, licking those scrumptious lips, “I think I'm going to put my clothes away and change into something more casual. No need to wear my business clothes around here, right? Unless your dad is requiring shirts and ties at the dinner table?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, feel free to wear whatever you want, Julian,” he looked at me with an inscrutable expression. “Oh, I'm sorry. I can call you that, right? I just thought that since we're both adults and all...”

I was giving him yet another perhaps not so subtle signal that I wasn't a little girl anymore. But again, surprise – and little more – crossed his face as he looked at me. Rather than picking up on my cues though, he instead just seemed utterly stunned that I wasn't calling him Mr. Pierce like I had for my whole life. But I just felt like we were both adults now and I might as well address him by his first name – the name I'd be calling out when he fucked me.

“Uhh sure, I don't mind,” he said softly. “Of course.”

“Good,” I said.

I continued to stand in the doorway, hoping he'd finally take the hint as I let my eyes wander up and down over his body, quite obviously, undressing him with my eyes. I'd hoped he would take the hint and realize that my parents were not home – that except for Rosa – we had the entire house to ourselves, so if he'd harbored any secret little sex fantasies about me all these years, now would be the time to act on them.

I licked my lips somewhat suggestively. “I hope we can be on friendlier and more – adult – terms. Now that I'm all grown up, that is.”

“All grown up,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. “It's hard to believe that sometimes. Most of the time, I still think of you as that little girl who used to tease me relentlessly. But then I look at you – ”

“Yes?” I said, standing at attention.

He was finally recognizing me, recognizing that I wasn't a little girl anymore. He'd admitted to looking at me and seeing something different – so what did he think? He looked me up and down, but only briefly before looking away, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Just that you're all grown up, Sabrina,” he mumbled. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” I said, grinning at him.

“Now if you don't mind, I'd really like to get settled in before dinner.”

Right. Of course he did. I couldn't expect everything to happen right away, not this fast. It would have been nice and the throbbing between my legs told me that I'd been hoping it would happen, but the pragmatic part of me knew that it might take a little time. He was only just now coming around to admitting that he saw me as a woman rather than the young girl he'd known. The rest would take a little time to come together. But it would come together. And I would have this man deep inside of me.

“Okay then, but let me know if there's anything you need. Anything at all,” I said. “My room is right next door, as you know.”

I stepped out and closed the door behind me with a smile, a flutter in my heart, and a pair of panties that were absolutely soaked.

I was one step closer to getting what I'd wanted for so long. He wasn't even going to know what hit him. But oh, would he enjoy it. As I would.



Chapter Two

JULIAN



Sabrina was acting strangely, I thought to myself as I unpacked my bags and arranged my clothing in the closet and dresser. I hadn't seen much of her in a little while. She'd been off at college for a few years, of course, only coming back for holidays. But the time had gone by so fast. Years had gone by in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I supposed it was true that the older you got, the faster time seemed to go. After all, it seemed like only yesterday that we'd celebrated her sixteenth birthday – and back then, that had felt like a big ordeal.

But now, she was an adult. An actual, honest-to-goodness grown woman. And she looked like one too. Gone were her pigtails and braces and typical teenage attitude. That had all been replaced with long, flowing locks of hair, perfectly straight teeth behind a gorgeous smile, and a cultured and refined manner.

Dave must be proud, I thought. Dave was her dad – my best friend. Old college buddies. I literally remember the day Sabrina was born. Although, truth be told, those days were a blur for me. While Dave was getting his life together and started doing something productive, I was still partying away and wasting time. I didn't get married until much later and had no children. Now I was divorced, so not having any children was actually a blessing. Considering Beth was going after everything she could get her hands on, I breathed a big sigh of relief over the fact that we didn't have children together. That would only have served to give her more leverage than she already had. Or at least, thought she had. My lawyers were going to go to town on her. If she was lucky, she'd end up with a modest alimony payment. If she was lucky.

Sabrina was right – she was a bitch.

I smiled and shook my head as I looked at some family pictures on the wall of the bedroom and the memories came flooding back to me. Sabrina had always a challenging child. A little too bright for her own good. Or rather, a little too bright for our own good. She was a clever, precocious girl, that one. Which is why it didn't surprise me that she'd graduated suma cum laude from UCLA. Just like her dad. Following in his footsteps – which wasn't a bad thing. Not at all.

I unpacked my bags, filling the drawers with my clothing as I waited for Dave and Miranda to get home. Yes, perhaps getting my house remodeled, all at once like this, had been a huge undertaking. Maybe too big all at one time. But it had been built with Beth's tastes in mind, and as we were no longer together – well – out with the old, in with the new. Meaning, I'd finally have a home that felt like my own. In a few weeks, that was. Hopefully, the contractors wouldn't take any longer than their estimate called for. The last thing I wanted to do was impose on Dave and Miranda any more than I already was.

I stopped pacing the room and tried to listen for voices coming from downstairs, but heard none. I changed from my business suit into a pair of black slacks and a light blue polo shirt – something casual without being too casual. I didn't feel comfortable enough to throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to wander around their house.

Once I was finished changing, I opened up the door and listened, trying to see if Dave and his wife were home yet – or if I was still home alone with Sabrina. If I were being honest, I would have to say that I didn't feel entirely comfortable walking around the house with her there. Especially given how odd she'd been acting since I showed up. I was no fool. I knew she still had a crush on me – even after all these years. But now, she didn't even try to hide the flirting or sexual suggestiveness in any way, shape, or form. She'd been pretty blatant about it. It was all I could do to pretend to not catch her signals. But honestly, I would have had to have been a corpse to not pick up on the heavy suggestions she was throwing my way.

When she was younger, it was cute. She was a young girl with a crush on an older guy. It was a scenario played out a million different ways across the world. Nothing new under the sun about that. But as she grew older, it just started to feel – weird. As she began to blossom into womanhood, her flirting turned a little more serious and earnest. I'd deflected it then – and I'd deflected it now. No matter what, she was still the daughter of my best friend. A girl I'd known since she had pigtails and braces. She was a kid – and I was an old man.