my husband would talk to me like that,” she blurted.
And there we had it folks. “Bring him in and I’ll have a chat with that man of yours. But, I don’t want either of you in until next month. After you try and work it out on your own.”
She nodded, pushing away from the wall and headed to the door. She paused, turning back to me. “What happened?”
“What do you mean?”
“You were so nice before today. You had patience and never spoke to me like that. I was wondering what happened between then and now.”
You’re a whiny little bitch who wants her cake and eat it too. “Nothing.” Yeah right. “I’m fine.” Lies, I tell you. All lies.
Maria stood a little taller, took a breath and left the office.
Dealing with her shit put me in one hell of a mood. I couldn’t understand what made me snap. The fact she cheated shouldn’t bother me as much as it did. I needed out. Away from this job. This life. God, maybe I needed to start seeing a fucking shrink.
Grabbing my keys and briefcase, I closed up the office. “Cathy, I’m heading out for the day. Please hold my calls until tomorrow,” I told my receptionist.
“Of course.” She smiled. “I’ll hold them until ten tomorrow morning.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” I said and left the building.
Cathy Jones had been with me since the beginning. She had inherited some money from her late father and no longer needed to work she told me once. She only worked to remain sane. A single mother of three, she kept to herself. Brought me my morning coffee and did her work. She never asked questions. She didn’t even question why Maria had left in a hurry. Cathy was the perfect receptionist.
The cool evening air wrapped around me, enveloping me in a brisk blanket. Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I walked the two blocks to my favorite diner. Cello’s had been around for as long as I had been in the city. It was family run. Cozy, warm and pleasant. I smiled to myself. The restaurant was everything I was not.
I went there frequently after work. Not that my work ever ended but as I got older, I decided to only be on call twenty-four/seven for certain patients.
“Dr. Santos, your booth is ready for you,” the waitress, Emily, greeted me as I walked through the double set of doors.
I gave the young girl a curt nod, not in the mood for small talk. It wasn’t her fault but I was not feeling it tonight.
Walking to the back of the diner. I was suddenly hit with a wall of a scent that made my dick twitch. What the hell? The smell was spicy mixed with a delicious hint of lavender. My eyes scanned the room, trying to find the source causing this unexpected reaction.
The hairs on my nape tingled, a flutter of desire shooting down the length of my body. Loosening my tie, I cleared my throat and leaned my head from side to side. A sharp twinge of pain rippled down the length of my body.
“The usual?”
“Please,” I told the waitress and slid into the booth. For whatever reason, the delicious scent lingered. Not being able to find the source, I pulled out my work and did my research for the upcoming appointments I had tomorrow.
“Here you go, sir.”
My heart jumped at the soft feminine voice. It was smooth, brushing over my skin like silk.
Glancing up, I noticed the same beautiful woman from the previous night standing before me.
“Mae,” I sat back in the booth. “It’s so nice to see you again.” The smell wafted into the nostrils again. My cock hardened, happy I had found the source.
She placed a plate of food on the table in front of me. “Enjoy.”
“Sit with me,” I blurted before she left. She had ignored my advances the night before. Under normal circumstances I would have pushed, demanded for her to service my needs but there was something different about Mae.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate.” Her voice was gentle but firm, the slightly accented tone sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t quite place where she was from but I knew I would eventually get it out of her.
“And why not?” I prodded. “You’re done working, so join me for a drink.”
“How do you know my shift is done?” she asked, her brows narrowing.